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It’s interesting, or odd, how you do something with dedicated regularity, and then suddenly stop.
Not just for a day or three, it goes on for months.
And you’re not sure why.
Yes, you think about it, but you don’t analyze it with any sort of concern. Like it will all come back to you.
And surely you will, but why did you stop?
We are all creatures of habit.
Often, what we do becomes a noticeable part of who we are.
But who notices when something changes.
Maybe something has altered your daily routine and you can’t find the mental space or strength to figure it out.
It’s not like you, yet day after day after day you don’t do what you used to do daily.
Your routine has been disturbed, as if new priorities have pushed away the reason you got so involved.
Days go by, and then weeks, and you still don’t know why.
It’s not like you haven’t done this before.
These are the moments or minutes that ground you.
What are a few minutes in the course of a day, a week, or a life?
It matters.
You matter, as do the little things you do.
And they do. Or, they did.
Maybe they will again tomorrow?
Left brain. Right brain. A delicate balance.
A left-handed Gemini; no stranger to controversy, but
I can’t take sides. I dart back and forth regularly between
a practical reality, where I must live,
and the fractured imagination where
I want to be. And I, a dreamer, know this. We all dream,
of course we do; there you find other people, and you.
Déjà vu.
We’ve been here before.
Pyjamas in bed, most of the time. Insomnia.
You question the whys.
Never settling for the answers, there is always another way.
Another sleep (when else would we dream), another day.
Imagination can soothe.
Practicality will confuse.
My imagination is as practical as my every day is creative.
This is my choice, my voice, and where I choose to live.
I’ve been here before.
I will come back often.
“An idea is salvation by imagination.”
-Frank Lloyd Wright
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on January 5, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a commentWill half of a full moon count for much
if we look longer?
Luna waxes and wanes, sharing its silence,
or its spirit, in each phase.
Do you ignore all that is not complete?
Will you allow yourself to be sated by
what is not there?
We only see what we believe.
It might only be darkness, though it
may well be more; full or not.
© 2022 j.g. lewis