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

The sun is just coming up, the weather is especially pleasant for this time of the year and the 10-day forecast indicates it will stay that way for quite some time.

   Not a drop of rain is expected for the foreseeable future and these summer-like temperatures, even through the nights, will continue.

   There are better days ahead.

   My morning coffee is bold and sweet — sort of like me — and, for the most part, my schedule is clear enough to allow me to take advantage of where I am. It’s a good place to be.

   I have a few things I need to do but, more so, I have a lot of things I want to do. I hope this mindful mood will allow me to get them done.

   Optimism is a wonderful thing, and it is easily obtained if you permit yourself to believe it is possible.

09/16/2024                                                                                                      j.g.l.

we can’t remember

We won’t admit
we share the pain.
We tell ourselves
again and again
we are different.
We don’t know
what anyone feels,
or how anyone
deals with this now.
We can’t remember.
We don’t know
how to behave
like we used to.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

cloud songs

     Days, weeks, then months 

     and years drift by. 

Not always noticeable, or even 

memorable, the time behind us 

simply accumulates.    All in all, 

     the sum of its parts leads to 

     a life well-lived, if you take  

             a moment to notice.

 

09/10/2024                                                                                                  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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Posted on July 31, 2024 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Summer’s shifting shade does little to shield us

from the obvious. Heat, humidity, a melting pot 

of humanity. Deep in the city.

Our landscapes deteriorate, neighbourhoods in

decline, as we strive to cope with this evolution.  

 

Distended discomfort, rarely placated by fashion,

or politics, or the indifference of it all. Signs and

symbols cannot be ignored.

Boundaries erode between what we know and all 

we have still to learn. Ignorance takes its place.

 

Respect the culture. Significance has its way of 

seeping into common view, shrouding every day 

with language we speak. 

Unknowingly at first, style and substance reach 

beyond all we are capable of understanding. Or try.

 

Routinely we attempt to quench our deep thirst for 

something more. Once exotic, even erotic, now

commonplace. Right here.

The sense of self hungers for a piece of it all, but

we fear what we do not know, say, or hear.

 

History, yes, but is the old lost on vagabonds or 

restless teenagers caught up in the seismic shift 

of popular culture? Questions. 

Answers may not be found in bastardized language

we have come to speak, by destiny more than design.

 

No longer defined by geography, topography or 

empathy, our interpretation of cities, as we age,

disrupts our views of ourselves.

Will others see what so very few of us will realize?

Individually, as a community, we all must change.

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

 

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