Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .
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?
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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Some days we wander without destination in mind. There is nothing specific that needs to be accomplished during that particular day and anything, really, is possible.
The only true certainty -— attentive to the fact that nothing is truly certain — is that you will eventually arrive home, full of experience, later in the day.
We need more days like that, unplanned as they are, as hopeful as you want them to be.
Along the way, throughout the day, you may notice things that you haven’t before, or pop into an unfamiliar store to look at things you don’t really need (or be reminded of something that you do). You might even stop for lunch and nourish your body with street meat (or a sandwich) knowing the days ahead might not allow the opportunity for an impromptu picnic with time to people-watch or deal haphazardly with your thoughts.
Make sure you stop, once in a while, simply because you can. Hydrate. Refresh yourself with a couple of deep breaths.
Forget the notion that each day must have a plan, a purpose, or some sort of prosperity. Maybe time can be as well wasted as it is well spent?
You are worth the time.
It’s worth taking that time.
It is what you do on days like these, as few and far between as you make them, when they simply happen because you made up your mind to make them happen.
As I have said before, we need more days like that (or something very similar).
Make the day a good one.