Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
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.
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.
Sounds Of The Season
Posted on December 23, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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We find comfort in the music we choose to listen to, particularly that of this season.
I have a handful of albums from across the musical spectrum that I listen to each year. These are my sounds of the season.
At the top of the list is the soundtrack to a film I grew up watching, but it goes past being a childhood favorite.
I played A Charlie Brown Christmas by the Vince Guaraldi Trio the other night. I’ve owned the album in a couple of different formats and have enjoyed the music as a kid, a teenager, and a full-fledged adult. This album has no boundaries.
I’m sure I will play the album a couple of times over the holidays, the infectious jazz brings me happiness and memories. It reminds me of both childhood and fatherhood.
12/23/2021 j.g.l.
