As it is and will be
for the foreseeable future, there is
only what remains behind the disguise.
As natural as it has been, as
astonishing as it occasionally seems,
we can only hope it will get better.
Why is it we allow optimism
to dislimn all that is?
Hope casts a lengthy shadow.
05/17/2024 j.g.l.
This morning is
just this morning.
Last night
was only a night.
Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.
A destination will look different
at the end of the day.
05/14/2024 j.g.l.
This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change.
This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
Take the time to notice.
Enjoy it all.
05/13/2025 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.
When things don’t work as they are supposed to, as you count on them to function, as we go about our daily tasks, we become frustrated.
So little is truly reliable: technology, or temperament.
When we don’t work, as we are expected (or expect ourselves) to function with our usual reliance (or resilience), the frustration increases.
Expectations unfulfilled.
Machine or man, we expect a certain regularity to maintain the order of our life. It is what we have become accustomed to: reliability.
Dependability. Trustworthiness. It is a responsibility to ourselves, if nothing else. What can we do when we trust less and doubt more?
Some questions cannot be answered when the response is not what is required. And still, we are expected to function today or any day.
10/23/2023 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.