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

What gets left behind

with our unmade minds

forever rushing?

 

What do we leave behind

if we did not take the 

the time to notice?

 

What is no longer mine

because neither you nor I 

could take our time?

 

12/02/2024                                                                                                                           j.g.l.

look around

Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.

                                                                             j.g.l.

cloud songs

     It is only silence and only 

   for now, a minute or three

           but who is counting?

Enough, for now.

     Slight Repose, a little grace,

   enough until you have

   found your place.    Might be 

   morning, or the end of the day, 

   yet it is time to yourself anyway. 

           For now.

 

11/29/2024                                                                                                      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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preparing for change

Posted on December 1, 2024 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I felt the chill this morning. I’d forgotten the gloves I meant to find last night after those first snowflakes starkly reminded me of a change in the weather.

   Realistically, almost chronologically, we are on the cusp of winter here in Toronto; I’ve been progressively reminded over these past few days as the pleasurable autumn temperatures have waned. The festive music in the shopping malls kept singing of the winter wonderland that has not yet arrived, so I haven’t really been feeling it.

   Until this morning.

   I like mornings, even cold ones.

   Mornings, daily, give me the opportunity to start afresh. Each day I am allowed to leave yesterday behind and get on with life. It’s like a new beginning, every damn day.

   It is a change. Change is good.

   Much like the weather, I am undergoing (or in) a period of change. At least, right now, I am preparing for change.

   Next month, just after the calendar shifts to a new year, I will be moving back to a more familiar city; one I have lived in for a good chunk of my life. It will be a good move, I know it. I feel it.

   It will be a welcome change and, in many ways, a new beginning. A new home, and a new attitude.

   It will be, in so many ways, a new beginning. 

   New beginnings are all about change.

   Change is good, even in the weather.

12/01/2024                                                                                                                          j.g.l. 

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