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.

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is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Words For Someone Else

Posted on March 28, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Pretend.  Avoid.  Ignore.
It enrages, incenses and saddens me
Stop the world.  I want to get off.
 
Pretend.  Avoid.  Ignore.
These are all the ways we lose ourselves
These are the reasons we run
We hide
We lie to ourselves
To others
 
Pretend.  Avoid.  Ignore.
This is why we don’t believe in ourselves
This is why confidence has failed us
This is why we all search
For meaning
For validation
 
Outside of ourselves
 
The answers lie within
If only we would listen
If only we would rise
If only we would try
If only we would find
Our voice and value
From within
 
We are all capable
We are all powerful
And this…
We forget the power we have
And we give it up to others
Far too often
Far too easily
 
Because of the struggles
And sufferings
And hurts
And unresolved pains
Everyone is carrying
 
 
 
To the point of overwhelm
Going through expected motions
To be good enough
 
Pretend.  Avoid.  Ignore
 
See me
Hear me
Accept me
Like me
Love me
Validate me
 
Stop.  Just stop.
 
Damn the boxes
None of us want to fit in
But are forced to be placed in
Off with the masks
Of pretend, avoid, ignore
We wear
 
To hell with the platitudes
Of incessant fakeness and positivity
Love and light
Thoughts and prayers
The human condition
And reality
 
This only serves to feed
In feast or in famine
Never satiated
 
Pretend.  Avoid.  Ignore
 
Stop.  Just stop.
 
Take a breath
Take some time
See things as they are
Stand strong in your knowing
Be firm in the unknowing
Venture forth and on
 
Embrace your rebel,
Bah, bah blacksheep…
Rise up.  Revolt
Be different
Stand apart
And stand out
Be badass
Just as you are
 
Show up.
Be seen.
Be heard.
 
A little or
A lot
Wiser
 
To all the lessons that
Have shaken
And grown
And groomed me
Not right
Not wrong
 
Hard
Desperate
Challenged
 
In pieces
Shredded
Naked
 
Lost
Broken
Shattered
 
No more misguided
No longer misdirected
No longer creating
My own madness
I banish out
Pretend, avoid, ignore
 
I prefer to birth my wild
 
Wild to me is held tight in reigns
It loosens in moments
In situations
With people
In traps
In abandon
No inhibition
 
My wild eases and soothes
It is my comfort
It is my rebel
It cradles me
And explodes around me
 
My wild is careful
And cautious
Hidden and secretive
Bared only for a select few
Yet it sneaks out
And slithers about
It gets me in trouble
For it will not be caught
 
My wild is loud
It is proud
It seeps and seethes
It whispers softly
Then screams at me in defiance
 
My wild is the daggers in my eyes
The thunder in my feet
The fuck you that cannot,
Will not be concealed on my face
It vibrates throughout my body
Down with these walls that imprison me
 
My wild is quiet and withheld
Released and un-caged
It booms and pounds
And settles to a hum
Then hammers me like a drum
 
My wild is raw
And true and real
Shrouded in nicety
It is coveted and safe
Tucked away neatly
Then unknowingly unleashed
 
My wild is embodied in me
You will see me
You will hear me
You will fear me
You will respect me
Shhhh….not so loud
Step back in the shadows
 
My wild is my mind
My wild is my being
My wild is my voice
My wild is my heart
My wild is my soul
Buried deep within and among
These bones
 
My wild is…all of me
A cocoon
A web
 
Exposed in my authenticity
 
Just me
 
Released
Unapologetic
Honest
True
Real
No fucks to give
 
There is no allowance
You are not welcome
Here
Pretend
Avoid
Ignore
 
The time has come
To let your wild
Roar

©2018 Angela Felzmann

Angela Felzmann is a helping professional by day; heavy metal rocker chick when free from social compliance, and trying to be as authentic and true and genuine as any situation allows.

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