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 . . .

good intentions

I am going to yoga later this morning. At least, that is my intention.

   It’s almost 6 a.m., and a mat that hasn’t seen much activity in quite a while is waiting beside my packsack. It has been years, really, since I have stepped into a class. I’ve been feeling, lately, like it is time to do what I used to do regularly.

   Almost a decade ago, yoga was a true constant in my life. It was a practice that, for all intents and purposes, consumed me physically, mentally, and spiritually.

   Today, I’m trying to get that feeling back.

   I have very few expectations.

   My balance is not what it once was, I am often stiff and struggling, and I’m feeling the need to give this body the stretching it needs. My birthday a few days ago reminded me I am not getting any younger.

   So, I’m off to yoga in a few hours and I am doing so with good intentions.

   Namaste.

06/14/2024                                                                                          j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

   within the company of others

                   we navigate space

 

           between now and then

                 choosing where we go

         and with whom we travel

 

                 at times it gets crowded

                       and still seems lonely

         otherwise comfortable

         on our own

 

             companionship makes

             the journey worthwhile

 

 

06/10/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.

in hindsight

Reasons are excuses,
explanations simple
rationalizations for
what you are thinking
or feeling. History is
full of reasons and,
in hindsight, excuses.
Or promises.
I have known many.

©2019 j.g. lewis

cloud songs

This day will pass, though 

scattered thoughts will remain, as 

we question or consider 

           our joys and pain. 

   We never know, but always care, 

about reasons and results that 

do not seem fair. 

   It is our way; it is this life;

is this how we survive on the edge 

of a knife? 

   Sharper than we give ourselves 

credit for as we seldom take tally 

or measure the score in 

this game of life that we all play, 

             not just now but any day.

 

06/13/2024                                                                                            j.g.l. 

another chance

Hope

is a lottery ticket.

Chances slim, odds even

more unlikely, yet we pay.

We play, 

we hope, like last week or

the week before.

Tomorrow, again, 

is yet another chance;

a ticket purchased

speculative happenstance.

Always aiming for a win,

we gamble with our time

like it is a sin.

Dollars spent

defy common sense, as

we try again, and have

many years hence.

You cannot 

predict when your 

numbers are up, 

guesswork or repetition 

not nearly enough.

Still, we think, 

in time, luck will step in,

but it is only the hope 

that lives within.

 

 

06/11/2024                                                                            j.g.l.

express yourself

How are you at expressing yourself?

Do you always tell the truth?

 

 

06/09/2024                                                                            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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life is good

Posted on June 12, 2024 Leave a comment

I have never been this age before; that itself a reason for celebration

or concern. I suppose it depends on how you look at past days and years 

and the many more to come. My mindset matters with all considerations

of what is going on nowadays with others as much as myself. Life is good.

 

Years ago, and I can’t specifically recall how many they were or how 

many times, I wondered what it would be like when I was older.

I am now, but perhaps not as old as I thought, or as I expected, or

what I was thinking. What is old? What should it feel like? Why?

 

In a decade or so will I consider old to be what I am, or what I was?

What am if I do not question what I am, if not where I am, in the

grand scheme of life? It’s the way it should be, naturally or curiously,

as we question life and how we should be living. Shouldn’t we?

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

marks on the page

Posted on June 5, 2024 Leave a comment

We take tally of days, events, and milestones that matter;

even subconsciously. They matter, in time, or at the time.

Each stroke, each day, represents something monumental

in some way. We recall days, perhaps not as often as we

should, that leave an impression on our mind. People and

places influence our solitary path, especially when we feel

alone. The conscious kindness of others will brighten your 

life cycle in periods when you need to shed greater light on 

what we have lived through. No columns represent wins or 

loses. Every single mark a subtle stanza of a never-ending 

poem registering episodes of emotion. Over time, all of our

experiences add up to well-lived life. Swift as a heartbeat, the 

sheer number of marks on the page is ever-humbling. We 

are present through it all. Whatever stage you find yourself

in this journey, it is just as important to remember all of the 

occasions and occurrences as it is to leave space for more.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

 

Beyond Congenialities

Posted on May 29, 2024 Leave a comment

Emotions are the same in any language, yet

there will be incidents where you don’t understand.

     Not for lack of trying.

Life lessons — if not history — have taught us nothing.

Humanity’s polarity persists past present boundaries 

to points unknown, even unconsidered, even now.

Daily news, political views usurp common sense as

deterioration of human rights remain a plight 

upon our soul’s landscape.

     Where is dignity of diversity?

     Why can’t we live together?

We can hypothesize, empathize, rationalize, or sympathise;

it takes an effort greater than what we exert.

Distractions hinder; not as much as they hurt.

This division by bloodline, gender, orientation, social status, 

or nation is oft considered more a division 

than what it needs to be.

     We must try harder. 

     It is far more than you and me

Humility takes effort. Our attempts seem so unfulfilled,

detractions day-by-day of what we value most.

See the signs, be aware, we will only find resolution if 

we dare to step beyond congenialities.

Each sole survivor in this human race will only survive

tests of time if we flavour our thoughts with grace and

understanding. A common mind.

     Apathy has no place.

We must learn to love one another before we run out of time.

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

nature’s solace

Posted on May 22, 2024 Leave a comment

Conscious clarity defines interpretation, enthusiastic 

engagement with your surroundings modifies the obvious.

 

Reflections of prior knowledge clutter immediate impression 

of the world surrounding you now. Look deeper.

 

Place yourself beyond all that appears to be, physically

even philosophically. Overlook the momentary minutiae.

 

Greater meaning manifests itself within nature’s solace.

Consolation is subtly internal in the infinite external.

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

concrete in her ways

Posted on May 16, 2024 Leave a comment

Windswept soil and worry 
damper weathered wings. Decades of dust weigh heavily 
upon her shoulders, Angel watching over dandelions and 
discarded needles on the church lawn. Too early for
spring cleaning, as if nobody cares to notice.
 
She has seen better days, 
long-time caretaker of a street corner where the discarded 
and deviant line up weekdays for nutrition, attention 
or companionship; someone who will listen
when words are hard to come by.
 
Without a prayer, or hope, 
faith eludes the less fortunate, even under watchful eyes. 
It became worse during pandemic days where souls lay about
our streets like Styrofoam and cardboard containers that
once contained lunch. Now litter, useless to anyone. 
 
Heartache by the day, a dose 
of prevention one trick away. Beggars and choosers, mothers 
and losers. No one sets the table when there is nothing left to eat.
Sole angel, concrete in her ways, is always there,
for those who choose to notice.

 
© 2024 j.g.lewis

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