Certainly, it could be,
that I think too much
and don’t write enough.
Or occasionally I will
write without thinking
and still believing, at
2:27 a.m., all those
thoughts in my head
will make more sense
on the page before me.
I continue trying to
convince myself that
overthinking is not
nearly enough.
12/30/2022 j.g.l.
I thought Monday
was Sunday, yesterday.
Today is Tuesday
all day, but
it feels like a Monday;
out of order, out of sequence,
running out of time.
Today. Tuesday.
It takes a calendar
to remind
what day it is, and week,
and the date;
so few remain
on the page.
Late in the year, you see
it is almost 2023.
12/27/2022 j.g.l.
At some point, over the past couple of days, you have encountered a feeling. It may be fleeting, or it may stretch out over days or hours, often mixed with memories, stirred up by occasions or conversations in person or over the phone.
Kindness and gratitude are wonderful reminders.
Emotions make it real.
Our humanity is acknowledged, the spirit privileging our existence.
We have, perhaps, felt these same feelings at other times throughout the year, but there is something about this season that provides a certain clarity.
This is what it means to be human; this is the reality that keeps you going day after day.
This is your hope.
This is the truth that gets you thinking.
Think of it more often.
Emotions make you feel.
12/26/2022 j.g.l.
I wish you peace.
I wish you love.
I wish for you
a little more of
whatever brings
you happiness
this day and beyond …
12/12/2022 j.g.l.
A few days away from the everyday,
time off (if you can get it) for reasons
religious, spiritual, or otherwise …
a holiday around a date.
Its significance means what you
want it to mean. Be truthful.
For many it is time with family or
friends; some will travel far and wide,
you may simply stay home.
Enjoy your moments.
Feel the comfort.
Happy Holidays.
12/23/2022 j.g.l.