Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Balance. Right now, 

    daylight and that of

    the night equal. 

    For a time, 

    the sun will stretch 

    its shadows a little

    further each day.

    There is more.

    We will notice things

    we have avoided 

    for a while.

    Pay attention; all 

    you have is now 

    and a will to do 

    what you are able.

    It can be a lot.

    Remember, 

    it is neither 

    give and take nor 

    trial and error.

    Balance.

    See the light, not

    what holds it back.

  • where we are

    The clock and the calendar move 
    forward incrementally, naturally 
    (as it should be) from a darker 
    winter we can’t leave behind to 
    something resembling spring. 
    In-between our seasons we take 
    whatever we can, where we are.
    We have little choice.
    A less-than-enthusiastic forecast 
    glares at me from a mobile device, 
    with greater chance of soakers or
    snow, more than once or twice, in
    the week ahead.
    April showers still to come, as it
    happens, as it is always done, we
    keep moving forward step-by-step
    mainly in spite of the weather.

  • cloud songs

       Time is but one ingredient, the

    interval or amount immeasurable

    when it comes to quality.

              Friendships happen 

       over time, over coffee, and 

       over commonalities.

        They take time to discover,

          a lived experience. Not only

    are we blessed with friends we know

    but those we are about to know.

  • Friday is here

    It has been one of those weeks; a week where I felt I was always running behind. The influence of Sunday’s daylight change has been apparent all week. I lost an hour. 

    It is all about time.

    Friday is here, and that speaks for itself. Things I had to do (and the list is endless) did not get done, and some of the projects I attempted to do were not as much fun. I was seeking excitement.

    I kept putting off much-needed stuff and, at the end of most days, felt tired and rough.

    My mood has not been what it should.

    Seems I succumb to self-induced pressure, and I own a little too much.

    I feel I’m done with the winter and yet it continues to present itself. Last night’s snow did not help. Seasonal depression is what it is. It is not what I need (never has been).

    I feel, today, I could use a Fridier Friday.

    Maybe today I should put off thinking about all that has been on my mind and simply allow myself to go about time. It might not be productive, but that’s all well and good. I will let the day live out how I think I should.