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.
A slight slip of the wrist, or
an accident or mistake, sure
to curtail all those immediate
thoughts or intentions.
Is it one of those days?
Humbly acknowledge your
predicament, wipe away the
residue of your most recent
mishap, turn the page, and
find yourself another space
where you won’t have to
maneuver around the detritus,
dampness, and disintegrated
dialogue that you doubted.
You have things to say.
Make your self the priority.
There is always time and a
destination for clarity and
clear thinking. Write on.
It is one of those days.
11/21/2022 j.g.l.
