Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges

Menu

Skip to content

mythosandmarginalia.com

Posted on March 12, 2015 by j.g.lewis · Leave a comment

Related

Posted in A daily breath

Previous post

A Knowing Unknown

Next post

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Social media

J.G. Lewis

A writer/photographer living and breathing in the greater Toronto area.

original content and images © j.g. lewis.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

a daily breath . . .

Still Growing?

How are you growing, spiritually, emotionally, physically?
Are you healthy? Do you maintain an open mind?
Do you look forward, more than back?
Do you keep current, and active in your community?
Can you still find things in common with strangers and friends? Do you try?
Are you still growing, or are you just waiting?
How will you grow today?

09/23/2019 j.g.l.

Leave a comment
World Peace Day

See it.
Find it.
Feel it.
Believe it.

Believe in it.

Peace.

That’s it.
That’s all.
That’s everything.

Today is the International Day of Peace, a day set aside by the United Nations, observed annually on September 21, and dedicated to world peace, and specifically the absence of war and violence.
Today is a day to reflect on peace, love, and harmony, and the possibility of a peaceful world.

Imagine.

Peace.

09/21/2019 j.g.l.

Leave a comment
Should Have Known Better

True generosity includes
extending the same courtesies
to others as you would yourself.

True hypocrisy condemns
others for the same misgivings
you, yourself, have participated in.

I am offended by the recent photos from Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s past where he appears dressed in blackface on several occasions.
  The 2001 photo, which brought the issue into the public eye, appeared in Time magazine this week, and within 24 hours we became aware of, at least, two other similar situations.
  Not only is this the type of behavior Justin Trudeau, himself, would have condemned publicly should the photos have been of another candidate from another political party, but the politician pleaded ignorance as he tried to apologize for the insult and arrogance.
  “I should have known better, but I didn’t,” Trudeau said in his first apology over the admittedly racist incident.
  Thing is, Trudeau was a teacher at the time, and the snapshot was taken at an end-of-year school gala where he dressed in a turban as an Aladdin-like costume. Trudeau taught many subjects in his career, including drama.
  I can’t think of another area more sensitive to the use of blackface than the drama community, long before 2001. Any drama teacher worth their salt would have recognized the history of blackface and just how wrong it was.
  Any Prime Minister worth his salt should have realized just how hypocritical his apology is.

09/20/2019                            j.g. lewis

Leave a comment

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking.
They may get you thinking too . . .

night thoughts 3:16

Unredeemed promises
breathing down your neck,
signals from a different
place, a distant past.
Unworthy, still awake at
3:16 a.m., not knowing
what then possessed me,
and what I now need to do
to reclaim my place.
I’m not thinking like before,
so why would I even consider
it now. I’ve moved forward,
but can’t forget. Words still
remain on the page.

j.g.l.

Related
night thoughts 4:04

What beliefs, thoughts, or
random confusion, keeps you
awake at night?
Does it happen often?
How do you deal with it,
at the time, or in the days and
weeks that follow?
I don’t wish to believe in the
soul-sucking cacophony of
ego-battling ideologies,
but I’ve become drawn into
the debate simply as a means
of protecting my humanity, or
maintaining my sanity.
It’s not fair, and it is not
right, but at 4:04 a.m.,
I find myself searching for
ways to protect myself.
How do you keep yourself
safe from spineless demons or
or self-centered shareholders
concerned with only profit or
pain?

j.g.l.

Related
cloud songs

     You can’t tell why,
          but you know
       you must.

                    Listen

        Beyond silence
there is a voice you have
    come to trust.
  Be cognizant, be careful,
be clear.
When your soul speaks,
   only you will understand.

08/20/209                                       j.g.l.

Related

KEEP IN TOUCH

Enter your email to receive notification of significant posts. Don't worry, I won't clog up your inbox or sell your data

Email Address

Follow me on Twitter

Logical and Chronological

September 2019 (4)
August 2019 (4)
July 2019 (5)
June 2019 (4)
May 2019 (5)
April 2019 (4)
March 2019 (4)
February 2019 (1)
January 2019 (13)
December 2018 (4)
November 2018 (4)
October 2018 (5)
September 2018 (4)
August 2018 (5)
July 2018 (4)
June 2018 (4)
May 2018 (12)
April 2018 (5)
March 2018 (17)
February 2018 (4)
January 2018 (5)
December 2017 (4)
November 2017 (5)
October 2017 (4)
September 2017 (4)
August 2017 (5)
July 2017 (4)
June 2017 (5)
May 2017 (5)
April 2017 (4)
March 2017 (5)
February 2017 (4)
January 2017 (4)
December 2016 (4)
November 2016 (5)
October 2016 (4)
September 2016 (4)
August 2016 (5)
July 2016 (4)
June 2016 (5)
May 2016 (4)
April 2016 (4)
March 2016 (5)
February 2016 (4)
January 2016 (4)
December 2015 (5)
November 2015 (4)
October 2015 (4)
September 2015 (5)
August 2015 (4)
July 2015 (5)
June 2015 (4)
May 2015 (4)
April 2015 (5)
March 2015 (4)
February 2015 (4)
January 2015 (4)
December 2014 (1)

Only Wednesday

Wednesday sits naked
and ordinary
waiting

between the bookends of social Saturday
and restive Sunday. The day is
little more

than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
treadmill. Indecisive and
lonely

nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
on a Wednesday

and it’s the same each week.

Sept 11/01, a Tuesday. London Subway bombings: July 7/05, a Tuesday, also July 21/05,
and also a Tuesday. Assassinations: John Lennon on a Monday, Martin Luther King Jr. a
Thursday, and John F. Kennedy a Friday. Kurt Cobain’s body was discovered on a
Wednesday, but he chose his way out three days earlier. Nothing happens on a
Wednesday.

There are fewer concerts mid-week, and opening night is never a Wednesday. They
never open the Olympics on a Wednesday. Nobody gets married on a Wednesday.

Yet I will choose Wednesday, or I will start with a Wednesday. I'll begin with a page, a
place where I can plant my thoughts. I have many thoughts, each week, every day (even
on Wednesday), but I will commit to posting something once a week. There are seven
days to choose from, and I chose Wednesday.

Now I may post something else on some other day, I’m like that (a true Gemini). If I am
moved or if I have time, if the stars align or the moon gives me a nudge, or if something
is really bothering me, I won’t wait for Wednesday. But I will post something each
Wednesday.

Something will happen each Wednesday, every week. Right here. If you want to see, or
wish to be reminded, sign up. There will also be a daily breath (usually 140 characters or
less) and it will not be limited to Wednesday, but will, or should, arrive every day.

Until Wednesday . . .

-j-

© 2019 Mythos & Marginalia

Powered by WordPress & Themegraphy