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 . . .

it was so

     scarcely we remember
       humble beginnings

   the when
                the where

     not consequential

   the why
        a true miracle

     for a time
     it was so

                 until it wasn’t

there are no humble endings

     but we are humbled
     by even its existence

08/12/2022                                                                                             j.g.l.


Sadly, our voice
is not always
strong, or not always
there ,when it
is needed.

It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
remain silent.

Silence stops the
process of
but it does not
stop the thoughts.

08/09/2022                                                                                   j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
   I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
   If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
   Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
   “The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
   How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
   It’s a good start.

08/08/2022                                                                                         j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on September 23, 2019 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

On my return trip from work on Friday, I was caught up in an accident-worthy line-up where traffic, either way, did not move.
  I’m not sure how long cars were at a standstill, for the line, going both ways, was substantial when I arrived.
  Slowly we began to move, after what seemed like a eternity, and about a quarter mile down the road, I realized the hold-up.
  A gaggle of Canada Geese had taken its time crossing all four-lanes of the street. The geese were not in a hurry, which was a nice sign.
  Usually it’s this time of year when you begin to see those noisy V formations as the birds begin to head south to warmer climes.
  The summer has also been in no hurry to end. Here, today is the beginning of autumn, and the weather has been anything but seasonal. Yes, there was a bit of rain overnight, but it was daytime-like temperatures right through the night.
Temperatures are expected to remain on the high side high for, at least, the remainder of the month.
  I, like the geese, am in no hurry to see the warmer weather come to an end.
  I’m going to take the hint and slow down. We always seem to be in such a hurry. It’s a beautiful thing just to watch life pass by, slowly and naturally.

09/23/2019                                       j.g.l.

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