We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 j.g.l.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
It is the first day of June, and it is Tuesday.
While it is the second day of the week, it is the first day of the month; that doesn’t happen often. In fact, it will happen only once in 2021.
A month began on a Tuesday only one other time in the past year.
September 1st, 2020 was a Tuesday. Now it is history, like today will be tomorrow.
Today is the day, or it is that month?
There are seven days to the week, but Tuesday is the only seven-letter day in the bunch. Is it coincidence, or was it planned that way?
That’s something to think about all day.
06/01/2021 j.g.l.
