Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on September 9, 2019 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Each of the past few cooler mornings, I have pulled my denim jacket over my shoulders after it has hung in the closet for months.
  It’s an old jacket, well-worn (in many ways), faded just right, shows its age and (much like me) is a little frayed at the edges. It has been repaired and stitched up (also like me) and has years of life left in it, I’m sure.
  Extremely comfortable, it has a purpose. I remember selecting the jacket when it was brand new, admiring the inner pockets that can hold, if required, a journal or additional camera lens if I’m out on an adventure.
  For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a jean jacket. There’s several old photos of me at the lake, at different ages, in several jean jackets. I’ve grown out of many, lost a few along the way, and this one might be the jacket that has been with me the longest.
  In June, I even looked at crisp, indigo new replacement, but it was June, after all, and didn’t think I’d need a jacket for a few months. I put off the purchase for later.
  Yesterday, as I walked down to get coffee, I couldn’t imagine what I was thinking. You can’t buy comfort like this, not at first.
  It takes time for denim to soften, for the jacket to fit just right after years of wash and wear. The jacket has grown older with me.
  I’ve learned to live with it, as I have learned to live in it.

09/09/2019                                                j.g.l.

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