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.

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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So Little To Show

Posted on January 23, 2021 Leave a comment

Dense fog obliterates the beginning of our day,
surrounded by pavement and landscape with little snow to
track where we have been or what we need to know. Without
a true north to guide our direction, we are pulled further
into this element of fear. Who do, or can, we hold dear.

Winter now that of a librarian’s hush; a hint of caution but
nothing to heed, not as such. Many of us decided not to listen.
Complicit in our actions or intent, the atmosphere has
become veiled in a chorus of disjointed voices, more
about the chosen and less about the choices.

Each of us comes from somewhere else. It is how we have
grown, forever going anywhere new instead of finding
our way home. Making friendly with strangers we never
really got to know, nothing comes from nothing
and we have so little to show.

Lessons learned in how we’ve lost control of our lives, liberty
being not about how we live but how we will die. Temporary
lapse of judgement or time, conscience, or reason. We truly
have no idea what to expect of the day, of ourselves,
or the remainder of the season.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

Like A Sexual Sadist

Posted on January 20, 2021 Leave a comment

Doug Ford is one sick man, suggesting in a media conference Tuesday that he would stalk and sexually assault the CEO of Pfizer as a means of trying to increase the amount of COVID-19 vaccine for his province.
   “I’d be up that guy’s ying-yang so far with a firecracker he wouldn’t know what hit him,” Ford said.
   In off-the-cuff comments, after reading from a prepared speech, the Ontario premier sounded like a sexual sadist. Ford frequently makes mind-numbing statements, often packed with war metaphors and boastful language, but his brutal comments Tuesday went past the usual bullying tactics and tough guy posturing.
   This sadistic comment flew off his tongue so quickly that you have to wonder about the premier’s mental condition. Ford, as if not even thinking, was talking about harming another human being.
   The violent undercurrent of Ford’s message was sexual assault with an object.
   Was he thinking as a man or a politician?
   Yesterday’s comments also exposed the hypocrisy that exists in this man’s demented world. Not long ago, he was whining about people protesting outside of his home, yet he said that it was a tactic he’d employ to try get results.
   “I’d be outside that guy’s house, every time he’d move I’d be saying ‘where’s our vaccine’.”
   Thankfully, we know this premier rarely does what he says he will do. Ford, you remember, pledged to stop the COVID-19 deaths in this province’s crowded long-term care facilities during the first wave of the virus last spring. (“Never again”, he said, over and over).
   It is still happening. People are dying at a disproportionate rate in this province’s LTC homes.
   So when Premier Ford mentions harming another person, he is not even thinking about those he has already harmed.
   Imbalanced as the man is, or has become, it is time for Ford to take medical leave and seek professional help. Or resign.

Faith

Posted on January 16, 2021 Leave a comment

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

No Kindness Is Wasted

Posted on January 13, 2021 Leave a comment

If it be kindness you are seeking, be kind.
If it is gratitude you appreciate; be kind.
Should ever you desire greater happiness, be kind.
If upset by current events, or frustrated by
the dissuasive attitudes or alchemy pervasive
in this world, give another thought and
be kind.
Time allows a gentle word.
Your actions or answers will be appreciated
by beneficiaries of kindness, whether strangers
or those closest to your heart. A worthy reason
to be kind.
You too will benefit
if you want more kindness. Be kind.
If attempts to soothe your soul are not working;
be kind. If you feel this requires more patience,
be kind to yourself.
If having difficulty dealing with the cruelties,
inequities, or ignorance found in everyday life,
kindness will provide a salve.
Benevolence absorbs discomfort.
You kindness may not immediately settle issues
at hand or even calm evil disputes which continue
to wreak havoc on our collective psyche.
Your attempts may never accomplish
the sense of well-being you seek. However,
no kindness is wasted.
No smile goes unnoticed.
Be kind
Much like a crescent wrench, poetry or
psychotropic medications, kindness has purpose.
Solutions are realized, minds comforted and
life’s balance is repaired.
Do we need further reasons?
We encounter many an ignorant being, a wise man
even less, yet we often recall a moment of kindness
by either word or by duty. Remember.
Be kind.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

It Won’t Relent

Posted on January 9, 2021 Leave a comment

There is always something else. Another page you are
required to read, more instructions to supersede
the way that it has always been done, the obvious choice
for anyone. Signature required, but who decides when
there is enough? Another paper adds to the file, then
another insert in a little while. Sign here, and here.

Duplicate, triplicate, it matters not. The time it wastes is
all you’ve got. A further procedure needs more consent,
you question, now, the true intent. Sign this, then that, it
won’t relent, but you wonder where your permission went.
Fill out the paper, what a chore, your name remains just
like before, but still they want a little more. Sign right there.

Yet another _____________ in which to fill, details
have not changed; but still, a NAME is required on every form,
and the DATE upon which you were born, with the ADDRESS
of where you woke up this morn. And yet another
SIGNATURE on the dotted line, the acknowledgement
you have completed all the paperwork on time.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

 

 

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