Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
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.
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.
Shadows shift softly
in the early hours
transposed across the ceiling.
Quietly. Differently.
You wake to unfamiliar sounds
which, like shadows, will become
familiar over time.
The bed feels as it did before, even
as it rests in a new place. It is there
you realize comfort
in your new home.
Traffic patterns adjust to another route.
We all settle into new coordinates.
There is always a different way.
We experience change
throughout our lives; a new address,
a fresh set of keys, another neighbourhood,
perhaps more stairs, each
taking you closer
to a place you belong.
We live where we are,
the context often new, but
you come to know home
is where you feel you belong.
©2929 j.g. lewis
