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.
Take what is there, observe the
confluence of ideas, the merge of
unexpected honesty with the
reality you gaze at.
Unencumbered thought is simply
too easy to ignore, yet we put off
decisions we need to make all
too frequently.
We don’t question our behaviour.
We wait for conclusions to be
made for us, thinking it easier to
simply go with the flow. In doing
so, we avoid what is right in front
of us. We look no further.
Observe what is there; do with it
what you may. Discover the true
consequences of your own actions.
11/22/2022 j.g.l.
