Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

Enjoy

Comfort food,
as the temperature dips.

Favorites.

Restaurant special,
mom’s recipe or
make it up as you go.

Is there a better day
than today?

Be nourished.

Take the time
to enjoy.

Remember the leftovers.

09/23/2022                                                                    j.g.l.

Expression

Art is subjective,

graffiti destructive,

or is it

expressive?

 

09/22/2022                                                                   j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

There is nothing definite about autumn.
   Fall is fickle, if not downright unpredictable, right down to when it begins.
   We have ‘Meteorological” autumn: defined by splitting the year into nice simple quarters with September 1st chronologically marking the day.
   Then we have “Astronomical” autumn beginning on September 22nd and marked by the autumnal equinox.
   But last week, I observed “Spiritual” autumn, not as much defined by a date as a feeling.
   It was unexpected actually. It was Thursday. The weather had been downright balmy as of late and the trees remain lush and leafy. The gorgeous colours so familiar to autumn have hardly arrived, so the morning chill took me by surprise, and I without a sweater.
   Indeed, it felt like autumn.
   Autumn comes with the end of summer and is elated closely to going back to school.
   How many years of my life have been marked by September? Certainly those of my youth, when summer seemed to last a helluva lot longer than it does these days.
   Enjoy your autumn; stretch it out as long as you can because winter, most certainly, will be much more definite.

09/19/2022                                                                                          j.g.l.

 

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sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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Posted on October 10, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you

No Time
Bachman/Cummings The Guess Who

Every year, about this time, this song plays in my head. Every year. It comes with the season, autumn, when change happens quickly. A couple of cool nights, and the world is awash with colour.
  It’s short lived, and though the season may last a while, all the vibrancy of life we have enjoyed over the past months seems to run out. The rain becomes cooler, the winds become harsh, and the world becomes grey and vacant.
  Seasons change, and so did I.
  I was about 10 years old when I first heard this song. At that time The Guess Who were big, not just by Canadian standards, but on a worldwide scale. They were bigger than a bunch of Winnipeg boys could ever have imagined.
  I grew up about two hours down the highway from Winnipeg, and we heard a lot of the band’s ‘Wheatfield Soul’ on the radio while growing up. I had the records.
  Seasons change and so did I.
  I am still growing up. The song keeps playing, melodic, timeless, and real.
  No Time is just one of the many hits from the songwriting duo of Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings, and it might not even be my favorite song from the group, but it is the one that comes to me year after year.
  The lyrics hit me, in this season, more than any other time, and they hit me in a different way, every year, as I grow older. There are few songs (from this band, or otherwise) that can do this, this consistently, after more than four decades.
  Seasons change and so did I.
  I have. I continue to change, each season, every year. It is songs like this that remind us of the seasons of our lives, and how we have changed, how our lives are altered, and how, surely, we will continue to change.
  You need not wonder why.
                                                                     j.g.l.

 

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