Category: A daily breath
traditions
family customs
recipes passed on
one generation to the next
memories
gifts from the past
to be shared
in the present
03/29/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on March 26, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
If we choose to notice.
If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state
between elements of darkness and bright,
morning quells emotions and
disruptive thoughts we once embraced.
03/26/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on March 25, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a commentDented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
It goes past superficial.
Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
I need to do the work.
At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.
03/25/2024 j.g.l.