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 . . .

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.

 

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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Posted on August 10, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Enlight1-28

Some days I think things I just can’t say.
  It’s not that I am ashamed or embarrassed
of my thoughts, or even that they might not
be appropriate. I don’t even fear what would
happen should they come out in conversation,
or random reply, but at certain times I just
want to surround myself in silence.
  I might not even want to think those things
let alone put them out there.
  One of the traits that separates humans from
the animals (besides the use of a thumb) is an
ability to communicate in so many ways. At a
time where a phone is no longer a phone, but
a device that instantly connects us quickly to
the worldwide wonder, we can effortlessly
broadcast our beliefs so others may know
where we stand. Or what we are thinking, if
we want.
  Part of the whole freedom of speech thing is
knowing you don’t have to.
                                                                      j.g.l.

 

The Urban Howl

http://theurbanhowl.com/2016/08/09/iwant-j-g-lewis/

I want art, I want algebra, and I want answers.
                                                           -j.g. lewis

Enlight1-26

Now It is Time

The past and the present
are light years apart.
You’ve stumbled, and stalled,
and have made several starts.

You wish and you’ve worried
but have always been clear,
there’s far more going on
than what you see here.

Distractions, sheer delusions,
inner-conflict and insight,
a conscious decision not to just
get it done, but get it right.

There’s no point looking back,
it’s not about where you’ve been.
Right now it is time to
wake up and dream.
                                                j.g.l.

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