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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We Are Human

Posted on June 1, 2019 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Open book.
Open mind.
Open heart.
A commitment, mainly to
my self, to fill the pages with
with meaning.
Self-indulgent, perhaps, but
necessary to the process of
healing and understanding
humanity (both my own and
that of others).
Human is what we are; all of us.
We are.
Believe.
Each of us is trying to make
sense of our senses. What we
hear, see, and touch, makes an
impact on how we interpret all
that surrounds us. The scent of
confusion, the taste of remorse,
whets an appetite for deeper
knowledge.
Hidden wisdom is available for
those who search. Believe.
We need to go deeper into the
crevasses of our flesh, sort
through vital organs and
memories for answers and
acknowledgements that have,
so far, eluded a curious soul.
We may find something
meaningful in moments and
messages that seemed so
meaningless before; we may
not. Yet, by exploring previous
perceptions, we give ourselves
another chance at health and
inner peace.
We are human. We are here. We
are capable of a greater capacity.
Open the book, open the mind,
open the heart and explore.
With commitment, you will find
what you are looking for.
Believe.

06/01/2019                                        j.g.l.

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