Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days

  • marks on the page

    We take tally of days, events, and milestones that matter;

    even subconsciously. They matter, in time, or at the time.

    Each stroke, each day, represents something monumental

    in some way. We recall days, perhaps not as often as we

    should, that leave an impression on our mind. People and

    places influence our solitary path, especially when we feel

    alone. The conscious kindness of others will brighten your 

    life cycle in periods when you need to shed greater light on 

    what we have lived through. No columns represent wins or 

    loses. Every single mark a subtle stanza of a never-ending 

    poem registering episodes of emotion. Over time, all of our

    experiences add up to well-lived life. Swift as a heartbeat, the 

    sheer number of marks on the page is ever-humbling. We 

    are present through it all. Whatever stage you find yourself

    in this journey, it is just as important to remember all of the 

    occasions and occurrences as it is to leave space for more.

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

     

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  • Beyond Congenialities

    Emotions are the same in any language, yet

    there will be incidents where you don’t understand.

         Not for lack of trying.

    Life lessons — if not history — have taught us nothing.

    Humanity’s polarity persists past present boundaries 

    to points unknown, even unconsidered, even now.

    Daily news, political views usurp common sense as

    deterioration of human rights remain a plight 

    upon our soul’s landscape.

         Where is dignity of diversity?

         Why can’t we live together?

    We can hypothesize, empathize, rationalize, or sympathise;

    it takes an effort greater than what we exert.

    Distractions hinder; not as much as they hurt.

    This division by bloodline, gender, orientation, social status, 

    or nation is oft considered more a division 

    than what it needs to be.

         We must try harder. 

         It is far more than you and me

    Humility takes effort. Our attempts seem so unfulfilled,

    detractions day-by-day of what we value most.

    See the signs, be aware, we will only find resolution if 

    we dare to step beyond congenialities.

    Each sole survivor in this human race will only survive

    tests of time if we flavour our thoughts with grace and

    understanding. A common mind.

         Apathy has no place.

    We must learn to love one another before we run out of time.

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

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  • nature’s solace

    Conscious clarity defines interpretation, enthusiastic 

    engagement with your surroundings modifies the obvious.

     

    Reflections of prior knowledge clutter immediate impression 

    of the world surrounding you now. Look deeper.

     

    Place yourself beyond all that appears to be, physically

    even philosophically. Overlook the momentary minutiae.

     

    Greater meaning manifests itself within nature’s solace.

    Consolation is subtly internal in the infinite external.

     

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

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  • concrete in her ways

    Windswept soil and worry 
    damper weathered wings. Decades of dust weigh heavily 
    upon her shoulders, Angel watching over dandelions and 
    discarded needles on the church lawn. Too early for
    spring cleaning, as if nobody cares to notice.
     
    She has seen better days, 
    long-time caretaker of a street corner where the discarded 
    and deviant line up weekdays for nutrition, attention 
    or companionship; someone who will listen
    when words are hard to come by.
     
    Without a prayer, or hope, 
    faith eludes the less fortunate, even under watchful eyes. 
    It became worse during pandemic days where souls lay about
    our streets like Styrofoam and cardboard containers that
    once contained lunch. Now litter, useless to anyone. 
     
    Heartache by the day, a dose 
    of prevention one trick away. Beggars and choosers, mothers 
    and losers. No one sets the table when there is nothing left to eat.
    Sole angel, concrete in her ways, is always there,
    for those who choose to notice.

     
    © 2024 j.g.lewis

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  • implicitly evident

    Was it a month ago we all seemed to take the time to notice a temporary change in our environment?
       A mystery to many, a greater spectacle to some — depending on where in the world you were situated — most of us went out to watch the total eclipse, as daylight faded to night in the middle of the afternoon.
       It was simply stunning.
       We felt it, almost more than we saw it
       A once-in-a-lifetime experience I have, so far, managed to take in twice; decades apart.
       The wonder of it all still sits with me. Will I feel it again in my tenure on this earth?
       I didn’t bother making the trip to nearby Niagara Falls, considered to be the ultimate spot to spend the much-heralded three minutes or so. Thousands of sky-watchers from all over the globe made the journey to the city on Canada’s border with the United States to take in the magical occurrence, just as they did in 1979 when I had my first total eclipse experience in my hometown of Brandon Manitoba.
       This time I chose to stay near my current home in Toronto. It was close enough for me. While the effect was not full, it was intensely satisfying.
       What became implicitly evident to me in the hours and days afterward is that people noticed, for a short time, the natural wonder occurring right above them. Many of us took out our cameras; even more purchased those special protective eye shields that allowed them to safely see what was going on; it was that important to them.
       I am still wondering why we don’t do it more often.
       Yes, an actual total eclipse is rare and bewildering, but why don’t we look up more often?
       Why does it take a “special event”?
       Why can’t we just be aware more often of what is above us?
       Really. Each night, stars or not, there is something up there to capture the imagination. It might be one of the glimmering constellations you discovered as a child. Sometimes it is a full moon (the next one happens in 15 days) but even in the few nights that follow we are allowed an extravagant glimpse of Luna; a delight in any phase.
       Earlier in the days there are clouds, gentle wisps of inspiration, incandescent at sunrise and sunset, or brooding with turmoil as coming rains manifest right before our eyes.
       I always take time to notice the clouds, always in awe of the songs they sing and the shadows they cast. I have to, they are right above me, day and night.
       Some days are more colourful or spectacular than others, but that’s life. Isn’t it?
       Instead, all too often, we are all caught up in earthly concerns: troubles at the office, the rising costs of gas and grub, the politics of it all and the protests of many.
       Can’t we give our eyes and minds a break from it all and look up in mindful meditation even for a moment or two, relieving our soul of the inconveniences we might be experiencing or drama we are currently ensconced in?
       Look up, look ahead, and look around.
       See what is there and, if you can, feel what it means to you.
       It is usually quite humbling.
       For your own good, take the time to notice.

    © 2024 j.g. lewis

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