Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

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 . . .

cloud songs

    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.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, 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.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

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well-rounded,
other times
dull or
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Nothing At All

Posted on August 18, 2019 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I began the weekend with a list of things I needed to accomplish. There are deadlines involved, a certain order required, and, perhaps, my creativity will be tested.
I woke yesterday morning in dire need of coffee (not unlike most mornings), and feeling a bit on the lazy side. I made a trip to the market, picked up a watermelon and a bundle of fresh garden carrots, and then returned home.
I ironed half a dozen shirts, threw in a load of wash, played a couple of records, organized my desktop, and was then inspired to go for a bike ride. The sun was out, and it seemed like one of those days where you shouldn’t be inside. I placed my journal in my backpack, feeling I may find a bench along the way where I could take time with some daily thoughts
It clouded over midway through the ride, and then I felt the first few drops of what would be a torrential thunderstorm. Fortunately there was a coffee shop nearby, and I waited out the storm, journaling, writing a letter to a friend, and capturing the essence of a poem that will be completed when the spirit moves me.
I enjoyed an afternoon nap, a simple dinner, and a few more albums.
I went to bed at a reasonable time, and slept in this morning (so unlike me).
I’m enjoying morning coffee at my regular Starbucks, and as I write I’m thinking about the list I need to tend to, about all those things that must be done over the next few days.
I didn’t work on any of the tasks yesterday, in fact, I didn’t even think about them.
And, really, my yesterday was filled with nothing, or nothing really important.
Yesterday was just a day. It was a day for me.
Days of nothing are important; they are free of schedules, devoid of tasks or jobs, or (in many ways) are not complicated by thinking and planning.
Days of nothing are days to be cherished because, all too often, days are full of everything.
Today is a different matter.
I’ve still got my list, and deadlines are looming closer, but because I took a day off I am better prepared to tackle that list, and I will.
I have no apprehension, or anxiety, and because of a day of doing nothing I am in a better mindset to do everything I need to do. . . as soon as I finish my coffee.
Enjoy your day, whether you choose to fill it with everything, or nothing at all.

08/18/2019                                        j.g.l.

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