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.

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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Oh Canada

Posted on July 1, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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My Canada includes possibility. Not just a land rich in natural resources, or a country that welcomes the world in every language, my Canada, above all, is a nation that can only become stronger.
  My Canada does not tolerate, it accepts; it is not about politics, but rather people.
 My Canada is freedom, to live how you can, and love who you want to; there are no restrictions, but you should not hate, and you should not harm, and you can (if you put your heart to it) find comfort in like-minded people who want nothing more than to create a better world for all.
  My Canada is polite (yes, the rumors are true), it is cultured, and it is considerate.
  My Canada is not blind to the willful destruction taking place across this planet, but it does what it can to promote peace, and equality, and justice.
  My Canada knows it is not conceivable that all the ills of the world can be cured overnight, but it keeps trying.
  My Canada is not boastful, not vaingloriously so, but it is proud, and it is certain the standards we hold high are achievable, in time.
  My Canada tries hard to care for itself. Yes, we fail or have failed, many times in the past, but we will not be held hostage by our history. Yesterday may have contained many mistakes, and we have paid dearly for them, but we can inspire ourselves to continue stepping forward over boundaries set before us.
  My Canada is inclusive, and together we can make something happen.
  My Canada is not a dream, nor is it a place; it is a reality we can make happen.
  My Canada is a land where the individual can make a difference. I know I will keep trying, and you are welcome to join me.
Happy Canada Day.

                                                                           j.g.l.

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