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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unbidden

Posted on September 3, 2024 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

When you are not ready to say 

all you need to say, you remain 

unable to feel all you are 

meant to feel.

Joy, relief, compassion, 

beliefs, unobtainable all in the

truest sense. Your solitude, like

a sin, stays locked inside.

Unbidden, personal inquisition 

only you can reply to, abiding 

precious time.

09/03/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

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