You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
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?
09/11/2023 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.
Seeking Comfort
Posted on June 8, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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I’ve not been sleeping well these past couple of years. I know I’m not the only one who has had a persistent plethora of pandemic concerns, but I’ve also been struggling with an issue that has dogged me even longer than that.
Fortunately, this “issue” has been “resolved” over the past few weeks, and I could literally feel the years of constant stress and aggravations dissolve. Still, I still wasn’t sleeping. Or rather, I was sleeping in fits and starts.
My favorite pillow, my old reliable, was once supremely comfortable. I’m not sure your favourite pillow starts out that way, yet over time you get used to where you lay your head each night, This particular pillow was the type you could lightly bunch up to read or watch television. I liked this pillow so much I ignored the other pillow on my side of the bed.
Times change, or pillows change, and (like each of us) they grow old.
So I bought a new pillow a few days ago after sensing the pain in my neck was more than continued mental strain. I have been restless too long. My neck was sore in the morning and the rest of my body was stiffer than it used to be.
I went to stores, studied the selection of pillows, and compared the models and with the same concentrated attention you would use to select a new pair of sneakers. I looked closely at the varying level of firmness, the materials used (debated natural over synthetic) and structure of the pillow.
I settled on “medium support” recommended for those who sleep on their backs or sleep on their sides. I do both, perhaps because I would often adjust myself in the middle of the night, continually trying to get comfortable. Realistically you would say I tossed and turned.
We are all looking for comfort, particularly at 3:13 a.m.
Saturday night I started my sleep on my back, drifting off after I began reading a book from a friend. I was still in that position when I woke up Sunday morning. Now, I may have adjusted myself in the night (I honestly don’t remember; it was that deep of a sleep) but I was on my back when I awoke. The next night was much the same. I woke calm and unconcerned. I felt comfortable, again, when I woke up on my back (again).
I believe I have found the comfort I was looking for. More so, I seemed to have found the comfort I needed (and deserve). I believe the new pillow is responsible.
I think we should all seek comfort in our lives and make the adjustments necessary to reach that goal.
You end your days on a pillow and begin them there as well. Shouldn’t the hours between be in your best interest? Your bed is the one spot where you spend a third of your life and you return to it daily. It’s only right that your bed remains comfortable in these days of disillusion and discomfort. When you are well rested, it should that make for betters days ahead.
