Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


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  • personal perspective

    It is not knowledge or memory, from what I remember. 

     

    Because I have more to learn and less to forget, I cannot consider myself wise or even clever. 

     

    How dare I flatter myself. 

     

    I simply cannot know as much as the next person, certainly when it comes to personal perspective.

     

    My imperfect insight wanes when it is most required. This diminished capacity of even my most brilliant thoughts cannot even serve as a reminder; how forgetful of me. 

     

    How can I say I own a lifetime of experience while I am still living and have so much more to endure. 

     

    I believe, and I say this with as much reservation as anticipation, there is so much more to my presence than even I can imagine. 

     

    It is as humbling as it is haunting, because who really knows what another day may bring. 

     

    One never learns things that were as important as yesterday.

     

    08/02/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • nothing more important

    Listen.

     

    You are the only one

    who hears the inner voice.

     

    Sometimes it is a whisper,

    occasionally a scream, at times

    you struggle with all that it means.

     

    What is it telling you?

     

     

    07/28/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

  •  

     

    simplicity 

    not achieved

    by trying
    too hard

    breathe

     

     

    © 2020 j.g. lewis  

  • discovery

    Without thinking, worry, or

    day-by-day distractions, by

    permitting the mind to go

    wherever it wanders,

    wherever it goes,

    you end up in the present.

     

    You can find yourself in art

    as easily as you can lose your self.

    The dichotomy of discovery

    requires little direction; you don’t 

    even have to pay attention.

    Simply be.

     

    07/26/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

  • July 21, 2024

    It is the early morning when you are permitted to glance at what has happened overnight as it offers a slight acknowledgement of what is still to come.

       6:17 a.m., just as expected, I was fortunate to see the zenith of Luna’s brightness. There, through the haze (or misplaced stardust), was the most pleasing sight.

       Will wonders never cease?

       Of course, I smiled.

       And I without my camera.

       Before, so many times, I have gazed up into the darkness, and many times I’ve been able to capture the moment. Today, with only a sketchbook, pencils and pastels, I was able to quickly etch out my impression of what this synodic month is all about.

       Every 29.53 days you are given this exact opportunity.

       It’s well worth waking up for.

     

    j.g. lewis