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.
It has been a rough week; hell, it’s been a difficult year (or two).
I think we have all been feeling a bit dysthymic lately.
How could it not be possible to be feeling a bit off with all this geopolitical, emotionally analytical, topsy-turvy sort of mess we find ourselves in.
How are you getting along?
If ever there was a time for self-care, it is right now.
Don’t you think?
The weekend is almost here.
Do something over the next couple of days for your self.
Get a new book from the library, play a favourite record from 1982, 2003, or 1977 (turn it up). Light a candle, burn incense, take the bike out for the last ride of the year (wear a helmet).
Do something for yourself.
You know what relaxes you, or what gives you a little boost. You know what works.
Do that.
I hope it helps.
10/07/2022 j.g.l.
