Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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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 . . .
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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We emerge from darkness.
It is our way, since birth, and a practice we repeat each morning.
Some mornings are darker than others, but nonetheless we emerge.
We move forward.
There are those days when we don’t want to move, we don’t want to wake, or we feel we’ve done all we can and find comfort in the darkness that has allowed us a little rest, or a little peace, or a little time away from what annoys or disturbs us.
It might even be more noticeable on a Monday?
It may be biology more than geography
No matter where you are, no matter where you have been, or what you have done or what you are thinking, sunlight will find you.
You will see more than you need, perhaps more than you want to, but know
it will get brighter.
It is a pattern, like darkness, and one we require to maintain (or attempt) some sort of balance.
Our circadian rhythm is as much about possibility as it is our sanity.
Another day. Another chance.