Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
03/24/2023 j.g.l.
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.
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 come and go, as routinely or as
regularly as we have before. The days
and destination vary, as expected, by
month or year, by happenstance, fate,
or intention. Our paths will cross with
others on a similar plane, acknowledge
our purpose, again and again, it is that
which is common we all wish to show.
We all want to belong. We wander, as
do so many lost souls, as purposely or
as randomly as it seems, Thoughts of
where, or why, cross our minds, so we
think more of the reasons than of the
time, a critical factor to common minds.
While where we go is as relevant as
why we stay, for how long remains the
bigger question. More a feeling than a
purpose, comfort comes when you least
expect it. Do we share the desire to stay
as deeply as we must? Or, are we more
influenced by wind direction, curiosity
or trust? We still want to belong. We
will stay when we feel welcome, often
accepting what little we know, always
uncertain when, or why, we have to go .
© 2022 j.g. lewis
