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 . . .

cloud songs

    Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
       If we choose to notice.
       If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state 
between elements of darkness and bright, 
           morning quells emotions and
   disruptive thoughts we once embraced.

03/26/2024                                                                                     j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
   It goes past superficial.
   Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
   Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
   It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
   I need to do the work.
   At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.

03/25/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on September 14, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

The hours have changed at my regular Starbucks.
   This morning, it took me by surprise.
   I am, if nothing else, a creature of habit.
   My mornings don’t really begin until I’ve got a hot cup of deep, dark roast in my hand. As much as it is a pleasure, it is a necessity.
   I used to take my coffee and plop myself down at a coffee shop table with my laptop or journal, and then get on with all I had to do. Slowly, with each sip, I’d get into the daily groove.
   That changed, six months ago, when the seating inside the coffee shop was closed off because of COVID-19.
   But I adjusted. I’d get my takeaway coffee and set out on a walk through this city’s downtown. Over the months, the route changed and became longer and longer, but the coffee cup was my constant companion. Even then, I may have stumbled for a couple of blocks until the caffeine seeped into my veins.
   My routine will now begin a half an hour later.
   I will adjust.
   I suppose that’s what this year has been about: adjustment.
   This coronavirus has wreaked havoc on our everyday lives. The way we work, the way we play, and the comings and goings of our every day have all been an adjustment.
   We will continue to adjust, just as we will slowly get used to the darker (and chillier) mornings.
   We adjust our lives, where we can and how we can, to the change. We will continue to wonder when, or if, anything will ever get back to normal.
   I suppose change is our new normal.
   I will adjust.
   As long as I’ve got my coffee, the days, somehow, seem easier.

09/14/2020                                            j.g.l.

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