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a daily breath...
A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
Gentle thoughts, harshly
written on whatever
scrap of paper available.
This is your life.
This is an attempt to
make sense or make do
with the scattered bits of
information that float
to the surface of a
What is of one’s concern
need not translate into a
narrative easily understood
by others. You may not
fully comprehend its true
meaning yourself, at least
not in one sitting.
Give yourself the time.
You need to find the clarity
you need. A daunting task…
you need not ask for any
opinions from others, Each
of us sees things differently.
Today I sit with a stack of blank holiday cards in front of me, and a dog-eared address book full of names, phone numbers and/or addresses from across the globe.
The names are familiar, and the extent to which I know each person varies in time and in depth. Yet, with each name, there is a friendship shared but not acknowledged as often as it should be.
A Christmas card allows me an opportunity. I will write messages of varying length to the people on my list to acknowledge the season as well as the person.
The true meaning of friendship goes beyond words.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
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logical and chronological
We exist within a conundrum: a hollow promise,
less than a guarantee, with far too much fine print
and hyperbole disguising immodest claims by the
local chamber of commerce.
Selling features surpass the benefits
of living there or here, or wherever.
Often we question why we live
where we live.
It is greater than geography,
more than an address or identity.
Our company of cohorts and companions
changes over time.
We move, as do they.
How do we settle?
Location, location, uncertain destination,
what you see in the rearview mirror will
likely greet you further down the highway.
They say you can’t go back.
Yet, you usually do.
City to neighbourhood, dwellings or
simply shelter, we seek comfort. Or
A place to sleep, to eat, or ignore
what goes on outside the window.
Across the street or 27 stories down below.
High-density urban sprawl, demographics,
economics, overpopulation, the mechanics
of increased consumption of once-precious
resources. We are all what we are made of.
Humanities: the quality or state of being.
Home is what, home is where, we make it.
Home is a place you accept
more than you will understand.
© 2021 j.g. lewis