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.
All Talk
Posted on January 26, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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We are supposed to talk; today especially.
What’s bothering you?
May I ask, or should I tell you my opinion on mental health?
Ask or answer, the stigma or stereotypes surrounding mental health issues will haunt you no matter how progressive we are told this society (any society) has become.
We are all damaged, right now.
We are fragile.
We read about it, we hear about it on the endless stream of mental health updates we are inundated each time we click on the device, channel, or format, of our choice.
Employers love to boast about all they are doing to help, packaging up pat answers, outsourcing online support systems, and stuffing them into some diversity and inclusion policy they are trying to use to show how progressive and forward-thinking they are. But only if it fits in the advertising budget.
It is all talk when we need action.
All. Of. Us.
What can I say about this mental hell?
We’ve been living through one of the greatest global health challenges we have ever faced over the past two years and still we don’t know where we are headed.
All this misinformation, disinformation, conspiracy theories and outright lies do nothing but confuse.
We have politicians spending more time crafting a good sound bite than they are trying to understand the implications of what it is they are trying to say.
All talk. No action.
I am in the age 54 years plus category that, according to pundits and poll-makers, are less likely to talk about their feelings.
I’m not sure it is safe to do so.
Who do we tell?
Who should we tell?
Politicians? Healthcare professions?
We can talk to each other; in fact we should, but maybe we should just keep listening.
A good answer or idea is due to come around any day now.
My ears are open.
© 2022 j,g, lewis
