We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
We have suffered long enough.
The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
We need a brighter view.
We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
03/20/2023 j.g.l.
Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.
03/19/2023 j.g.l.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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.
We are here daily, in the
moment and on the move.
Flesh and bone, indeed, it is
what people see, but what is
beyond our weight and mass
is what truly counts.
Our morals, ethics, ideas,
obsessions, and decisions,
guide us and control us.
How we react, and what we
dream, our attitude, response,
and how it seems, are purely
functions of the mind.
We think all the time.
What we wear, how we care,
where we go, even what we
choose to know, all take
thought.
It’s not something someone
else can do for you,
there is nothing anyone else
can do to help you
think your way through.
We are our thoughts.
Make them good.
Make them count.
Make them meaningful.
©2017 j.g. lewis
©2017 j.g. lewis
