Days, weeks, then months
and years drift by.
Not always noticeable, or even
memorable, the time behind us
simply accumulates. All in all,
the sum of its parts leads to
a life well-lived, if you take
a moment to notice.
09/10/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
It’s not about height
or breadth, or depth.
It is all about perspective.
What limits you?
How far can you see?
To what end do you
appreciate what is in front of you?
Looking back is hindsight
and you have already been there.
Change your point of view.
Look up.
Don’t overlook opportunities.
What are your limits?
09/09/2024 j.g.l.
within
Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 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.
Interruption
Posted on February 15, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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There are those days when you can’t do what you intend to do; when you can’t do the things you regularly do with the consistency you usually do them.
It is an interruption to both your will and your way.
There are too many things interfering, or clouding your intention (or your judgment). You are unable to do what you feel obligated to do.
You end up struggling through whatever you are doing. Even your expectations become unclear, and all you are looking for is clarity.
When you can’t do what you normally do, you simply do what you can.
This is one of those days.
Sadly, there have been a few too many of those days lately.
