Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 j.g.l.
When you are not ready to say
all you need to say, you remain
unable to feel all you are
meant to feel.
Joy, relief, compassion,
beliefs, unobtainable all in the
truest sense. Your solitude, like
a sin, stays locked inside.
Unbidden, personal inquisition
only you can reply to, abiding
precious time.
09/03/2024 j.g.l.
Treat others
as you would
treat yourself.
Share when you can.
Kindness has no season,
but is best served
with appreciation.
Gratitude does not
need a reason, but
the taste will last
a very long time.
Be thankful.
09/02/2024 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.
I’m going back to work today.
A new role and new location with the same company, but it is a setting I’ve been absent from for some time.
It’s been a while since I’ve rubbed shoulders with colleagues, and I know it will be different.
Everything is different now than it was a few years back.
We have masks and physical distancing and personal protocols in place that you had to think less about when you were working behind a screen.
This morning I will be back in an office setting. I will be interacting, face-to-face, with people.
This will be an integration process.
Though anxious, I welcome the change; I look forward to some sense of a return to normal.
But how normal will it feel?
COVID-19 has changed the way we live, and the way we work.
I guess today I will see how much…
12/06/2021 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.