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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This Is The Big Picture

Posted on June 21, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Estival Solstice, the longest day of our year, is a time when the sun stands still. Like the sun (if only for a moment) we should also simply be present.

Whether counting clouds by day and stargazing at night, be mindful of the space between each; our space. This is time not for thinking of goals or objectives, but to consciously be in the now.

The mid-point of the year, with so much brightness on the horizon, should not be when we look back on what has happened during the dark cooler months. Look forward, instead, through the summer heat. We know, all too well, that the cold and the darkness will return. We know we should, perhaps, be encouraged to savour this time.

There is a certain equilibrium to this solstice. While we are each guided by certain stars — our place in the astrological jungle — this period is common to us all. In fact, it is a gift. This is the big picture.

We share the same Sun. We all share the same sky. Our views may be different, but we all call this amazing planet our home.

Summer solstice gives us a brief, but needed, period of gentle inspiration. Here we have the opportunity to find balance. There is no rush. Take your time.

Make what you will of the longer days, the intricacies of each season are reflected in how we adapt to an ever-changing society. It is not to ignore the difficulties or struggles we have encountered, or have been living through, but to take in what we have learned. Perhaps you will find the freedom to make the decisions you have been avoiding, or those which offered no resolution.

This period of balance is further emphasized should you be fortunate to take a break on either side of the solstice and reflect on where you are physically. emotionally, and realistically. Travel away from your usual day-to-day will allow you to look at your situation from a different angle. Always helpful. Always appreciated.

This is where we will find our determination to continue through the remainder of the year, and to do what we must to maintain balance.

Time is neither relative or subjective, but an element that enters each equation and becomes a part of every decision. We cannot hold back time, nor can we rush ahead.

There is a rhythm to each minute.

Count the seconds as you count your blessings; separately they are a treasure, cumulatively they make up our true wealth.

©2017 j.g. lewis

 

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