a daily breath
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Mondays are just young Fridays
Not everything is what it was or where it was, when you last paid attention.
Places, people, predicaments altered by time and grace, take on new meanings as they grow older.
A poem started long ago, misplaced in a wrinkled notebook, reads differently now or needs a little more thought. The page holds so many corrections. Perhaps there were reasons it was abandoned (besides utter carelessness or contempt).
Even the moon looks different than it has before. It, like you, has changed. Like you, it prefers the darkness and does not always wish to be seen. Like that poem.
The intentions of a month ago, or sooner, are different now.
Intentions are like that. The perspective of your reality will allow further thought when faced with an ever-changing environment.
Life is like that. Pay attention.01/29/2024 j.g.l.
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Let’s talk
You can call me brother. You can
tell me stories, lay out your troubles,
express opinion (or question mine)
and share a bit of your wonderfully
complicated life with me.
In doing so I would only expect
that you extend the same courtesy.
I too have thoughts and many, or
most (or some) will be contradictory
to yours. That’s only right. For while
we all eat, sleep, breath and shit, we
do so differently.
We are all different (and that is one
thing well worth talking about) and
while we may feel some of the same
pressures or obligations, there is so
much more going on.
So while I am open to hearing your
politics, poetry, personal convictions
or preoccupations, I am interested
in — and more inclined towards —
dialogue that might provide a greater
understanding of each other and this
curious world we continue trying
to figure out.
Let’s talk, and let’s listen.
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gr@ffiti
You haven’t before, even
as I often remind you of
what is to come.
Proclamations fall upon
ears that do not wish to
listen, eyes that fail to see
the signs, minds closed to
the havoc that surrounds us.
Trust me this time.
The only truth I know, at
this moment anyway, is
that which I dare to speak.
Is anybody listening?
Even I have been known
to ignore my own counsel.
Does that make it any less
significant? Trust is hard.01/23/2024 j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays
Aches and pains
from another day: physical,
psychological, anything but
understandable.Or avoidable.
It all gets in the way.We all hurt. We all heal,
by and by, in our own time
exercising empathy with others,
as much as ourselves.Compassion.
Understanding.We can only try,
we can only do what we
have the strength for
today, or any other day.We grieve, if need be.
We all hurt. We will all heal.We just don’t know when
or why or how to
deal with everyday
aches and pains.01/22/2024 j.g.l.
