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 . . .

acts of clarity

Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.

 

Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?

 

Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?

 

Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.

 

Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.

 

Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.

 

11/14/2024                                                                                                                  j.g.l.

November 11

cloud songs

             We exist, at times silently,

               comfortable in our invisibility.

 

                 Unnoticeably so.

 

             Unexplained. 

 

           We so know, or learn, when

                      it is time to speak up.

 

11/08/2024                                                                                                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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on September 12, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

“Perhaps today will be better,” I said to myself, pre-coffee and barely out of bed.
   Don’t you always wonder?
   Is every day a game of chance? Do you keep track of your progress, or remain caught up in the persistent dance?
   One-step forward, two steps off track.
   There is no playbook to this game of life.
   Mostly it is make it up as you go, by guess or by golly, on the fly, no matter how hard you try.
   You, mainly, do your best. You try, working with what is there. Or here?
   Another day: this one with rain.
   Another day. Another game?
   I am not playing but, nevertheless, will participate.
   Today is another chance.

09/12/2022                                                                  j.g.l.

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