Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Beginning any week, but this week in particular, I look for a positive sign or positive vibe to guide me through the next few days.

    It is not always easy; and this week it is not.

    The lies, the greed, the uncertainty, and the violence keep adding up. We listen to the never-ending news of what’s happening on the other side of the world, catch the arguments and opinions on social media, and we feel the impact on the local and national economies every day. It continues to accelerate. 

    You simply cannot ignore it; this inhumanity towards humanity has now reached a fever pitch. We have lived with war in the past, but this seems different. Or maybe I am older and can recall too much of the past to feel comfortable in this environment.

    Peace is not easy; never has it been. While world peace has always been a supposed goal; hope is a bigger part of it.

    Right now, hope is all we have, and it seems so far off. Still, I keep looking for a positive sign.

  • history

    The questions of the night are 

    not always quiet.

    The answers silent, for a time.

    Day into day, again and again;

    history will repeat itself, if

    you allow it.

    Try to look with new eyes.

    It doesn’t have to be the same.

  • the right language

    How do you speak of what 

    little you know, or learn 

    even more about why

    it isn’t so?

      Without prior knowledge 

    or lived experience, ignorant 

    of facts which have not yet

    made an appearance, you 

    hear mostly lies and 

    unsubstantiated opinion from 

    foolhardy prospects, their 

    followers and minions.

      Our world spins on its axis, 

    dizzying the senses, information 

    loses its relevance, its history, 

    and its presence.

      We try, harder than ever, to 

    comprehend a truth we have 

    attempted to understand since

    even in our youth.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Today we have another chance 

    to do what we said we’d do, or do 

    it again. If we did all the things we 

    said we would, tensions subside, 

    our conscience good. 

    We often don’t make the choices 

    we should, or the ones we said we 

    would. Never are we sure why, or 

    we know and won’t say. Yet, we 

    can again. Maybe even today. 

  • in waiting

    Mornings are so rarely quiet.

    Thoughts are not always routine.

    Direction is not always evident.

    Will we truly know where we’ve been?

    Questions leave room for answers.

    Hellos mean more than goodbyes.

    A stranger is a friend in waiting.

    Tomorrow is the time to ask why.