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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

I called up a friend on Saturday. 

   I had a question that couldn’t readily be answered by Google, and with my limited knowledge or recollection of the subject matter, I could not satisfy my curiosity.

   It was while I was wondering or trying to figure this all out, that I suddenly had the idea that this certain friend may have an answer, opinion, or perspective I was looking for.

   Now, I hadn’t spoken with this friend for quite some time. She lives in a different city, and while we do keep connected with occasional cards or letters and random comments on Facebook, it has been more than five years since we’ve actually met up in person.

   Still, I felt comfortable enough picking up the phone and making contact.

   I know I surprised her with the call, and her voice was as emphatically cheery as I remembered it to be. I asked the question; we conversed over the intended topic, and I valued her opinion and her recommendations. I expressed my appreciation for her thoughts, and then we went about randomly explaining certain aspects of our lives.

   We spoke of each other’s families, upcoming holiday plans, interests and experiences, relationships, and all the stuff that friends talk about. It was the kind of conversation that seemed to pick up where it left off. We shared, in bits and pieces, what our lives were about in the moment. It is what friends do.

   How one defines a friend — especially in these days where social media uses the term so broadly — is so very subjective. In my phone call Saturday, I realized that his friendship was far more than many others. I am blessed.

   Saturday’s delightful conversation went a lot longer than I imagined it would. It also strengthened a connection that is now more than a decade old. Given that I will soon be moving, and we will soon be in the same city, I am looking forward to experiencing this friendship on a more regular basis.

   A true friend is one you can call up at random, ask questions and have answers provided with clarity and consideration. Friendship recognizes where you are but eliminates the distance.

   Friendship is the type of thing you want more of.

   A friend is more than a name and number in your address book. Friendship allows you to use that number whenever it is needed.

11/25/2024                                                                                                                                            j.g.l.

 

this journey

How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

this season

A little cold, little wet,

a little tired and yet

I am here. Still,

full of wonder.

The morning chill leaves

little to the imagination

and much less

to hope for.

Expected, perhaps, as it

always is, this time, this

season is only what

we ask of it.

11/21/2024                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

we do not know

Continually we check the skies.

 

It is the waiting for the waiting.

 

Plans we make become plans we made.

 

Opportunities forsaken or forgotten.

 

Unfortunately, it is always the way.

 

Anxiety distracts us from the days.

 

The uncertainty goes on, unnoticed.

 

We cannot avoid what we do not know.

 

 

11/26/2024                                                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

nothing remains the same

Take comfort in where you are or

where you are going. It changes;

minute to hour, daily, incrementally

and authentically, nothing remains

the same.

The seasons, the sky, the reasons why

are altered by fate, happenstance or

attitude, longitude and latitude.

Change is certain; so too is your ability

to take it all in. Never lose the wonder.

11/24/2024                                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

cloud songs

   Consider each moment

   leading up to now. 

           Cause and effect 

        affects where you are, 

   whom you have been, and all 

         you are now.

Any possibility sustains every reality.

     To doubt is to question;

          to ask is to reply.

 

11/22/2024                                                                                                        j.g.l.

 

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

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Faith

Posted on February 21, 2018 // 2 Comments

We exist
suspended between delay and
that future we are told
is ahead of us. Little advances humanity.
We rush too much, as if it is demanded.
Each of us controls our pace,
or attempts to.

We are here,
bounded by missed connections
and unfortunate
misunderstandings. Nostalgia is not often
favorable. Blind curiosity. We fail to recognize
where we are.
We seek faith.

We do have
the communal capacity, but resist
assistance or the
temptation. Recycling our sins, striving to
keep up with the morally reprehensible,
we try to find
our own Jesus.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

So Much More

Posted on February 14, 2018 Leave a comment

    So much more than flesh and tissue,
the human heart, of intricate design, responsible naturally
for each second time allows. A complicated array of vessels
and ventricles of immodest proportion,
its importance need not be reinforced. A vital organ.
A muscle; strong, steady. Purposeful. With the lungs
it functions, beneath ribs woven
to shield us from life’s catastrophes. If we should say
the heart is more important than the brain, we would
then again, have to think of how it functions,
or when it faults.
   Humans are complicated, from the start.
   Do we lead with our head, or follow the heart?
Secure in its biological habitat.    Protected.    And we,
as we grow, endeavor to understand emotions, and feelings,
and complications, as blood rushes through our veins,
as we learn to live, or love, in pain.
      Heartbeat.      Heart break.      Heart ache.
Trusting less in the function, less of the body,
we build walls, a facade, to hide behind.
Having lost before, or even since then,
we protect our self.
    So much more than function or folly,
a human’s heart; the complicated array of flesh and veins,
of sordid pasts and rumpled pain. Strength we can find,
a purpose of which to remind.
If the heart is more important than the brain,
we shall learn to try, and will love again.
©2018 j.g. lewis

Nothing Else Matters

Posted on February 7, 2018 // 2 Comments

You can criticize, analyze, even monetize your earnest efforts, but why you do it is not as important as simply doing it.

It is not about the medium, or the method; it’s not even about the finished product or the process. When it comes down to it, the purpose of creating is to create. That’s it. That’s all. That is everything.

Each of us has an innate need for satisfaction and accomplishment. Nothing is better for the psyche or elevates spirits more than participating in something worthwhile. Unfortunately, we can often end up unchallenged in a chosen profession, or underappreciated in a dead-end job. In times like this you look for something to stay motivated.

This is when you get creative.

I’m not going to define creativity. I will say it is not all about art. In business you can demonstrate creativity by crafting an effective proposal. Creativity is also labelled as efficiency when someone arrives at a new solution to the same old problem. Come budget time, politicians will always find creative ways of presenting deeds or deficits (we might even use creative accounting in our own tax returns).

There are many ways to look at creativity, but what counts is how you use your imagination to broaden the mind and, ultimately, your life.

Creating something, especially the act of creating, takes you to a place more intense than what we generally allow. Our bodies and brains work differently. We use the right side of our grey matter when we attempt something artistic, or musical, or literal. The left side is more for finance, and routine; the meat and potatoes, bring-home-the-bacon, feed-the-mortgage type of stuff. These are mundane tasks often completed thanklessly and worthlessly.

It seems logical, but it is not. It is nearly impossible to figure out.

There are so many factions of creativity: culinary skills, visual or performing arts, prose, watercolours, pottery or sculpture, and music. It could be cross stitch or crochet, anything that gets your mind clicking and blood boiling. It is everything that stokes that feral imagination.

Creativity cuts to the core of your being, right down the marrow of the moment when nothing else matters and everything counts.

Find something you are passionate about, then do it. Better yet, do something you don’t think you can do, and surprise yourself.

Get creative.

Photo: Bonsai sculpture by Lenore Amy

Not Only The Lonely

Posted on January 31, 2018 Leave a comment

Loneliness has been romanticized, hypothesized, criticized, and realized time and again, for years and years, and still it exists as it never has before.
It is an isolating condition we all, I believe, have experienced at one (or many) points in our lives.
A Minister of Loneliness has been appointed in the United Kingdom to address social isolation across all age groups. Loneliness has been aligned with so many mental illnesses that it may itself be one of the most widely-spread mental ailments of all time.
Being lonely is depressing; in fact, it can be both the cause and result of depression.
We don’t really talk about it.
It takes a certain strength to speak about loneliness, and you don’t have that strength if you are lonely.
Loneliness is easy; you can do it all by yourself.
But you don’t need to be alone to be lonely. You can easily feel alone in a city full of strangers, or with a small group of friends, anywhere, or any time.
I have been lonely, in different stages, at different times in my life. It feels lonely just to write it down, but you cannot address a personal issue unless you are prepared to admit to it.
Loneliness is a state of mind, a sign of the times, and can be one of the greatest conundrums. Not always emptiness, loneliness can be the result, or the cause, of anxiety. Loneliness can take you deep inside your mind, or your mind can lead you to loneliness.
Fear of being alone can only make you lonelier, the effects felt from the brain through the body.
It is confusing.
In a world where there are more people than ever; at a time when communication is more accessible, (if not instant), the state of loneliness has never been more present. Still, loneliness is one of those topics many people will not speak about.
Overcoming loneliness cannot be as simple as simply saying ‘find a friend’, or ‘talk about it’, but it can be a start.
Let’s talk.
Let’s see.
Know when the feeling isn’t right, and begin there.

©2017 j.g. lewis

Only the lonely
Know the way I feel tonight
Only the lonely
Know this feelin’ ain’t right
                                  -Roy Orbison

No Dreams No Promises

Posted on January 24, 2018 Leave a comment

tonight no dreams
last night the same
then clouds flat
pressed against the
sky allowing nothing
to pass through
except rain

tonight no rain
no dreams no clouds
even stars are silent
there is rain
somewhere surely
perhaps dreams as well
or promises

no light not tonight
the moon in its
darkness only gestures
no promises no dreams
only intentions only
a new moon can offer
new beginnings
@2014 j.g. lewis

 

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