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.
“Perhaps today will be better,” I said to myself, pre-coffee and barely out of bed.
Don’t you always wonder?
Is every day a game of chance? Do you keep track of your progress, or remain caught up in the persistent dance?
One-step forward, two steps off track.
There is no playbook to this game of life.
Mostly it is make it up as you go, by guess or by golly, on the fly, no matter how hard you try.
You, mainly, do your best. You try, working with what is there. Or here?
Another day: this one with rain.
Another day. Another game?
I am not playing but, nevertheless, will participate.
Today is another chance.
09/12/2022 j.g.l.
