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 . . .

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.

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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.

Mondays are just young Fridays

The answers are far less certain

than even last week, to all those

perennial questions or solutions

you might seek.

 

What do you believe, or 

what do you believe in?

 

Come Monday, you have fewer 

questions than you had last week.

For a while there are less doubts

in what you believe. 

 

Whom do you believe in,

and who believes in you?

 

11/18/2024                                                                                                          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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Posted on October 3, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

enlight1-6

 

Scrappy branches of barren trees
scratch against October’s crisp cobalt sky.
Moonlight
and a mother’s bedroom lamp
paint screaming banshees
across the front lawn.
Winds heighten
to an eerie squeal.
She leans in, pulling a safety pin
from her ear.
Tussled hair, the scent of patchouli
and cigarettes. Her lips
taste of the night.
A safety pin punctures the
denim jacket’s collar.
Forever.
A poignant promise
from a shadow too young to notice,
not old enough to know.
Long ago.
Still, now,
I wear a safety pin on my jacket,
if only to remember the taste of the night,
and the smell of autumn.

cookie

It’s only a cookie,
is it your fortune?

Not likely.

Yet, many dreams
begin with a taste
of a thought.

Take a big bite.
                                                     j.g.l.

 

Mondays are just young Fridays

open2

Defined by our physical body, we are all receptacles that — in addition to the bones, blood and guts — hold space. Moving forward through life, we continue to fill this space with ideas, memories, ideals and knowledge.
  We go through periods where there seems to be continual change. We welcome new experiences, and people, or take on fresh or unfamiliar styles of working, or creating.
  Each time you do something, try something, or take on a new task, you clear out room inside yourself by discarding what has been there for a while. It, at times, is exhausting. The process can take you on a whirlwind trip, both physically and emotionally.
  We do things, we get things done, and at the end of it all, or in a moment of quiet reflection, we realize we have depleted our personal resources.
  We feel empty; yet, we know, there is room for more.
  It is there, in those periods of thought, when you have to decide whether there is more you wish to accomplish, or experience, or if you are content with the way things are, or have been.
  If everything is the way it should be, if you have what you need, then it’s all good.
  But if you want more (and we all have the capacity) then now is the time to fill yourself up.  There are always new cities to visit, emerging art to view, more people to acquaint yourself with, and new words to read.
  Take the time to fill the mind, remind yourself to be accepting of change, or open to revisiting a place or process that may once have fulfilled you, or perhaps left you in a state of disappointment.
  You have to decide to allow something into your life, or to fill you up intellectually and emotionally. Only you can decide if there is room for more. Only you know your true volume.
  I am not empty. I am open.

 

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