Sense And Scentuality

August 17

  Scant silken stream
  dividing line
  between reality
and sensuality
softly
  floating upwards
  filling space
between the ribs
  inhale
  sandalwood
  lavender or patchouli
jasmine
at night
ease the mind
wipe away
remains of the day
you can’t stop
   time
  but you can
make it
  bearable
  scent
  the swiftest route
  to memory
or comfort
as you retreat
from
  negative forces
the essence of the moment
  returns
a gentle
  equilibrium
  meditation
moments
  for the self
marginalize
  negative influences
neutralize
behaviours and patterns
  creating
an environment
  of hope
and awareness
  strengthen the senses
  soften
   your world

One response to “Sense And Scentuality”

Melina Paris

August 17, 2016 at 12:46 pm

Love this, exquisite!✨

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our experience

More of a feeling, we see ourselves from
the inside. What does the mirror reflect?

Do we see ourselves as we see others?

Only will we know our experience, yet we
all experience the same seven deadly sins.

Some more than others.

How do we deal with knowing as little
as we do about how someone else feels?

Do we truly know how we should feel?

Of course there is pride, as sure as there
is greed; or envy and the wrath of all that.

There is no delicate balance in this life.

We lust for others. We live for ourselves.
Do you see others as you see yourself?

What do you feel today?

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January 2

too much to live for

As we tear the cellophane off a brand new year and look forward to what will come in the weeks and months ahead, it’s only natural to set goals and intentions. It is what we do as a society; common practice for our lives and times.

We make resolutions to find deeper sleep, exercise more, eat better, save more money, and complete all those things we have started. Often, in doing so, we set ourselves up for disappointment.

I’m not going to make any resolutions this year. Yes, I’ve got things that need to be tended to, and so much stuff in a perennial state of ‘almost done’, but I’m not going to make an exhaustive list and cave under the pressure of expectations.

Instead I’ve set a motto I hope will carry me through the year: Try to live tomorrow a little better than today.

It seems pretty simple to me. Each day I will try a little harder to get stuff done, I will try to communicate better than I have in the past, try to be a little kinder, and I will try to enjoy things that come my way without overthinking how they came to be.

I will try to make each day a little better.

Now, I’m not sure there is a quantitative method of measuring my progress, and I’m not really going to look for one. Don’t we already have enough checks and balances built into our lives? And as soon as you attempt to put some system of metrics in place, it just becomes a numbers game.

I am going to let my emotions and feelings determine how the day has been, or will be. I will make an honest, authentic attempt daily in some way. I will try because trying is the only way anything will happen.

The moment you stop trying is the moment you begin dying, and I have far too much to live for.

We all do.

01/02/2017

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December 30

Mondays are just young Fridays

Ten years ago, this website was only a blank page; not quite a dream and slightly more than a concept.

When I originally launched Mythos & Marginalia, I was incautiously unsure about the form it would take. I committed myself to writing at least one piece a week to appear, always, on a Wednesday.

I was pretty sure, at that time, that there would be bits and pieces on other days of the week. If I was moved or had the time, if the stars aligned or the moon gave me a nudge, or if something was really bothering me, I would set my thoughts free. This would become my daily breath.

Soon, Mondays became young Fridays and the days between contained photographs, essays, rants or raves, and my poetry. Each day of the week, over the past decade, has become evidence of my trials and tribulations, travels far and wide, and many concerns and consternations which still dog me today.

Mythos & Marginalia is fundamentally a first-person account of my words (flaws and all), wonders, inspirations and photographs that mattered at the time. They still do.

2025, for me, will be more than a summary of the decade up to now. In the coming year, every day, each piece or poem displayed on Mythos & Marginalia has appeared on that date sometime over the past decade. The reasons, seasons, and years change, yet the sentiment remains.

In addition to the daily posts, there will also be a somewhat regular newsletter, sayit4word, that will hopefully brighten your days. Please click on the subscribe button further down.

While you are at the bottom of this redesigned page, feel free to click on the logical and chronological archives, or the About section where you might get a better idea of who I am.

I have thoroughly enjoyed looking back at what has accumulated over the years; I hope you will as well. Essentially 2025 will be an anthology for me; a reminder that I do indeed write every damn day.

12/30/2024 j.g.l.

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January 5

the ugly truth

We can listen, now and again, and believe the answers and the reasons (or the truths) are right there, caught up in the commotion of the daily dread or tangled with the rancid emotions of what was said.

Between the multiple-choice answers laid out, the excuses we make up, and a whitewashed history reformatted by ever-changing algorithms, we struggle with undisputed ignorance, illusions of someday, and the pumpkin-spiced-reality of all that is wrong with advertising.

We try to take precautions because we have all become accustomed to impositions, disappointment, continual infringements on our privacy, and the errors of the day.

The expansive nature of circumstances beyond our control have whittled down our objections to the lucid facts of fake news, arbitrary transgressions of those who should know better, and the next new thing.

The ugly truth is that we follow certain hypocrisies and condone behavior that insults our fellow beings, and ultimately ourselves.

01/05/2018. j.g.l.

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January 3

like this day

Sixteen times per minute,
twenty-two thousand breaths
in a day. No time
like the present.
There are no other excuses, but
there are always other ways.
Breathe. Choose today
to speak up when you can,
push out the latent sorrow,
guilt, and anguish
only you can understand.
Inhale. There is no life, no
oxygen, like this day. Despite
our selected perceptions,
there is not a
single breath to waste.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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December 31

fresh start for 2025

When you start from zero

you are allowed, again, a

perspective without a lot

of unnecessary baggage.

Make the most of it.

Happy New Year.

12/31/2025 j.g.l.

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