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 . . .

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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cloud songs
Posted on September 10, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

     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. 

Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on September 9, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

It’s not about height

or breadth, or depth.

 

It is all about perspective.

 

What limits you?

 

How far can you see?

 

To what end do you

appreciate what is in front of you?

 

Looking back is hindsight

and you have already been there.

 

Change your point of view.

 

Look up.

 

Don’t overlook opportunities.

 

What are your limits?

 

 

 

09/09/2024                                                                                                                         j.g.l.

 

within
Posted on September 5, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

   Secrets are rarely as heavy as 

   the weight we assign to them.

       The gravity of circumspect

   plays out, time and again. It is 

   what we carry as we decide 

   what crosses, or is held within, 

   our moral divide.

       Sit with it for a while, moved 

   only when memory comes into 

   play; last night, or the other, or 

   any other day.

 

09/05/2024                                                                                      j.g.l.