Begin the day believing
something wonderful will
happen. Not just any day,
but today. It could.
Think of not what could
go wrong, but what will
go remarkably right.
You’ve got all day, what
will happen? What do
you want to happen?
Make it happen.
10/02/2023 j.g.l.
Do you do what gets done
out of obligation or
out of joy?
Do you care?
Where do
I start?
So much to do
every day. So little
gets done.
I know.
Do you judge a day
based on how much
was accomplished?
Do you?
Do you
end your day regretting
what was not completed,
or
do you end the day
looking forward to
tomorrow?
Where do
I begin?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
There are days where your vision is not clear, when you find it difficult to look past what is before you to see your true intentions.
You know what you need to do but lately, day after day, you don’t get it done.
You can’t see where you are headed, but know you will get there. That’s how strong your true vision is, or how strong it needs to be.
Look past the barriers.
Nothing can stop you once you stop stopping yourself.
09/29/2023 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.
There is nothing definite about autumn.
Fall is fickle, if not downright unpredictable, right down to when it begins.
We have ‘Meteorological” autumn: defined by splitting the year into nice simple quarters with September 1st chronologically marking the day.
Then we have “Astronomical” autumn beginning on September 22nd and marked by the autumnal equinox.
But last week, I observed “Spiritual” autumn, not as much defined by a date as a feeling.
It was unexpected actually. It was Thursday. The weather had been downright balmy as of late and the trees remain lush and leafy. The gorgeous colours so familiar to autumn have hardly arrived, so the morning chill took me by surprise, and I without a sweater.
Indeed, it felt like autumn.
Autumn comes with the end of summer and is elated closely to going back to school.
How many years of my life have been marked by September? Certainly those of my youth, when summer seemed to last a helluva lot longer than it does these days.
Enjoy your autumn; stretch it out as long as you can because winter, most certainly, will be much more definite.
09/19/2022 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.