You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on February 20, 2023 by j.g.lewis
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A holiday Monday: the final day of a much-needed (and much-appreciated) three-day weekend.
We need more days like this, a day where nothing is as it usually is and we can use the time to do the things we’ve been trying to do but haven’t been able to make the time to do them.
I’ve got a desk that needs more than a simple uncluttering (in fact, an entire office that needs more than a little organization), more than a few chores, but most of all, I have several letters to respond to.
It seems, these days, I can’t find the time during the week to reply to letters from regular letters writers (certainly more regular than I have been lately), so given that today is a free day, I shall do just that.
I am a letter writer, I like to say, but lately haven’t been writing as many as I should. I got a start on one letter yesterday, but yesterday (like so many other days) turned into a day where I didn’t do what I intended to do. It was another day of incomplete intentions and, in reflection, I’m still not sure why.
So today is that day, unplanned or not, that I shall write about what’s been going on to the people who took the time to write and tell me what is going on in their lives.
Letters are a wonderful way to share thoughts and tales of the now and then, and a joy to read, especially when you take the time to read and respond.
Today is that kind of day and I’ve got so much to say.
02/20/2022 j.g.l.
