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.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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mothering of love

Posted on May 13, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

by Bryonie Wise

mothering
is the highest frequency of love
available to all beings
 
who ever
walks, swims, soars, rolls, lands here,
on earth—
 
no matter what
no matter how
no matter who
 
no matter pomp and circumstance
 
there is a simple way
to tune in
 
press one palm
to one chest
 
rest
breathe
feel
 
receive
 
the determined pounding
of a hummingbird heart
 
housed in your spacious
cage made of lovely bones
 
rest
breathe
feel
 
receive
 
mothering
is a frequency 
of 
love
available 
to 
you

 

© 2018 Bryonie Wise

Bryonie Wise is an artist, heart alchemist and daughter of nature—her life is rooted in the belief that when we come from a place of love, everything is possible. She currently resides in Toronto, Canada with her rescue doggo, Winston—to find out more or to get in touch, please visit her online at www.bryoniewise.com.

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