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.
As the nightly temperatures drop and I am now greeted by a fresh morning chill, I am less likely to want to stray as far from home.
For the longest time, with its record heat, summer seemed to stretch further than it has in years. The longer days of summer were a time for exploration. Even with COVID-19 travel restrictions, I managed to get out and see more of my city.
Now I seem to want to stay put.
Autumn, with its ever-changing change, is a time for nesting.
I’ve pulled the sweaters out from the bottom drawer. I’m slowly organizing my home office and sorting out books on the night table preparing for more reading time.
I’m back to making soup, and comfort food, and all the things that make it feel like autumn.
Autumn is a feeling.
Enjoy it while you can.
10/18/2021 j.g.l.
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Thank you for sharing!
thank you
for dropping in…
deep peace
-j-