Mythos & Marginalia

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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 . . .

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.

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Posted on January 27, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

“How wonderful it is to be
able to write someone a letter!
To feel like conveying your
thoughts to a person, to sit at
your desk and pick up a pen, to
put your thoughts into words
like this is truly marvelous.” 


                  – Haruki Murakami

 

 

You’ve Got Mail

Do you write letters?
  I almost wrote ‘Do you Still write letters’, but it sounded far too negative. It made it sound like letter writing was something people don’t do any more, like it was old fashioned, out of date, and irrelevant in these days of instant communication.
  Thing is, most people, or many people, don’t write letters. It’s far too easy to type out an email, tap out a text, or squeeze all your sentiments into a 140-character Tweet and press send. Certainly it is a helluva lot quicker than finding a pencil or pen that works, grabbing a piece of paper, scribbling out your thoughts, folding it into an envelope, finding a stamp, and then trudging out to the post box.
  It seems so ‘90s, or ‘80s. . . or ’60s.
  How far back do you have to think to remember when the post box was the main way to communicate with the written word.
  When was the last time you received a letter? No, I’m not talking about something from the bank or real estate agent, or the regular donation request from your alma matter; I’m talking about a letter from an old friend, or your sister, former lover, or Dad?
  Do you remember how you smiled the last time you did?
  Few people write by hand in these digitally-enabled days. It’s not that we don’t communicate, its just that we don’t do it in the same way that we used to.
  I believe in the merits of email and such; hell, I reply upon it. But it is not the same.
  All this electronic stuff does not contain the same quantity or quantity of communication. You don’t send huge emails now, you say what needs to be said, maybe add an emoticon, and you fire it off. If you forgot to ask something, you send another, and another, or text something out while you take transit.
  It is convenient, casual, fast, and easy.
  Writing a letter takes time, and knowing it will take time to arrive at the intended destination, you put a little more thought into it. You might write several paragraphs on one subject, then a few more on something else. It may even take most of the page to get the ‘Hi, how are you’ and state of the weather out of the way before you get around to writing what you intended to write?’ You might even indent to make it more formal, or to make it look important and more like a real letter.
  Then there’s a few sentences in the P.S. and ‘one more thing’ with the P.S.S.
  You sign off with a ‘warmest regards’, ‘thinking of you’, or something that sums it all up. Then you sign it.
  That’s a letter, and it takes time.
  You actually sit (and slow) down to make it legible and worthwhile.
  That’s the kind of letter I’m taking about.
  It is all about slowing down.
  It’s about communicating at a humble pace, thinking, and doing, and writing.
  I’m sitting down right now to write a letter to a long distance friend. I actually had to email to get the new address, but I’m going to now take the time to write a long letter. It’s a letter with no real purpose; one to simply catch up. It might not even be about anything you would classify as important, but the actual act of writing a letter is.
  Letter writing is more humane, perhaps more civilized in a certain way, but it is more intimate. And I suspect it will be given a little more attention than an email would. I even think there will be a smile at the other end.
  Yes, it will take time, but maybe that is a good thing. Isn’t everything else moving too fast these days?

I am curious. Do you still write letters? How often? Send me an email, let me know how often your write, and whether you’d be interested in writing more. I have a plan, or a thought or . . . well, send me an email and I’ll tell you all about it.
jglewis@mythosandmarginalia.com

 

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