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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

It wasn’t about age; it is still about the music.
   I, and an almost-full arena, took in a spectacular concert last night as The Who played Toronto.
   Augmented by a full orchestra, the timeless British band gave us two hours of absolute magic; full of the sonic glory you expect from guys who have, at several points in history, proved that rock and roll is what it is.
   The Who could have spent the evening simply trotting out a career’s worth of hits, but instead opened with a string of compositions from the rock opera Tommy. Later in the night we were treated to a solid set from Quadrophenia. Both albums go well back into the ‘70s.
   Of course they played, and played well, the songs that many people know more from the CSI television series, but several of the big hits where left out (they did not play I Can See For Miles my absolute favourite song ever), but that was okay. Last night was all about the music.
   I’ve long considered The Who to be mostly about Pete Townshend, the guitarist who wrote much of the band’s catalogue. Now, at 77 years of age, Townshend is still in fine form. But so is lead singer and front man Roger Daltry, 78, singing and screaming in a manner that defies age.
   I’ve seen the band a couple of times in my lifetime, and chances are I will not have the opportunity to see them again. This may be The Who’s last tour, but then Townshend said he would quit touring in 1982.
   So there is hope, and there is still the music.

10/03/2022                                                                     j.g.l.

 

Giving Into Time

Gardens across the city are looking tired.

The flowers and foliage have for months been growing, blooming, celebrating the glorious sunshine and making our days on this big, beautiful planet ever more enjoyable.

But, come October, even the most curated gardens and manicured lawns are showing signs of wear and tear from the dipping nocturnal temperatures, lack of rain, care, or even neglect.

The cycle from spring, through summer, and now autumn, becomes more obvious each day. Daisies, Black-eyed Susan, Echinacea, once-boastful geraniums and hydrangeas are giving into time.

I can’t even find a dahlia anywhere.

Our landscape is getting darker.

The colours of flowers we count on to fill our lives will soon only be available in photographs, florist shops, or bouquets of the day at the market. We take it wherever we can, whenever we can, but we will wait patiently for next year’s gardens to bring back the everyday joy as the cycle will begin once again.

10/02/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

Truth and Reconciliation

truth
comes at a cost

honour
those who have already paid

respect
the process

healing
takes time

forgiveness
takes even longer

 

In Canada, September 30 marks the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. This day honours the Survivors of residential schools, the children who never returned home, and their families and communities.
Orange Shirt Day is an indigenous-led grassroots commemorative day intended to raise awareness of the individual, family and community inter- generational impacts of residential schools and to promote the concept of “Every Child Matters”.

09/30/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

cloud songs

               Look closely at your truths.
   Everyday experiences,
small blessings, are life’s little gifts
     that we need to acknowledge
as they present themselves
   The when is as much a why
         and for each
     we should be thankful.
                 Truth.

09/29/2022                                                                     j.g.l.

stating the obvious

No matter the weather,
the day of the week,
or the task at hand,
coffee gives the soul
a pep talk.

09/27/2022                                                                   j.g.l.

 

Progress

Don’t get too comfortable where you
are or with what you are doing.
We can all do more than we do, and
more than we are capable of.
Progress can be uncomfortable.

09/25/2022                                                                                       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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Versions Of The Truth

Posted on October 1, 2022 Leave a comment

Even my name will carry forward
to years I will not touch. This certainty remains
as truthful as it is obvious. We exist
in this fractured reality.

We all will die.
Admit that and you will move
more freely in this world.

Journey or adventure.

Most of us, week to week, are not aware
of a destination or even our path.
This has been my familiarity.

No other person’s experience can be
compared to your own experience.
We know various versions of the truth.

Time is tactile.
My hand will cup a breast only while my lips
have a taste to be quenched by lust,
or temptation.

Others will touch, or wish not to be touched.

Morals coat any decision made.
Experience tells us so.

Any human connection is hard; even harder
is loss of connection. Emotions are a commodity
shared with few, expressed by even less of us.

Trust.

The mind is never vacant, but a room muddled
by darkness. This space hosts a scent
I will remember after I
am left for dead.

We will all die; most of us alone.
Admit that, and you will move
more freely through this life.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

possibilities

Posted on September 28, 2022 Leave a comment

beyond the facade
we hold nostalgic sadness
it is how we are

possibilities
we may wish for other things
it is within us

we question our plans
question our priorities
better said than done

we try for comfort
within our environment
is our life better?

we seek nourishment
in our emotional state
will it sustain us?

our personal boundaries
expand and contract daily
we feel our limits

are we better off?
wondering or wandering
we are where we are

© 2022 j.g. lewis

Find Peace

Posted on September 21, 2022 Leave a comment

       “They won’t give peace a chance
         That was just a dream some of us had.”
                                                                               -Joni Mitchell

Today is the International Day of Peace. As declared by the United Nations General Assembly, September 21st is devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace and non-violence.

But what does this day mean when you can only look around and wonder?

What does it mean when the headlines tell the story of one conflict or another (nationally or internationally) and the first radio news of the day reports another local murder or mass shooting far away.

Peace, in so many ways, seems too ideological (if not impossible).

Peace still seems like a dream.

Peace feels intangible.

Peace is slow.

Peace is manifested person by person, one action at a time. Each incremental attempt — no matter how minuscule or muted — should strengthen our resolve to create a just, meaningful existence for each of us.

This day means what you want it to mean.

You will find peace if you want to find peace.

I believe peace will only happen if enough of us want it to happen.

I believe it can happen. Call me a dreamer.

I wish you the strength to see this through.

I wish you peace.

09/21/2022

 

Especially Now

Posted on September 17, 2022 Leave a comment

The night is charcoal,
streetlights brighten
the never-changing colours
available at this hour.
There is a chill,
the air tastes fresh,
everywhere. Different,
especially now.
Still and silent.
The mind wanders
the same way
a teenager does
after slipping out
a basement window
at 3:43 a.m.
knowing
nothing is happening
anywhere
in this darkness,
but the freedom
tastes
like nothing else.
Find your silence.
See your freedom.

©2022 j.g. lewis

what makes us human

Posted on September 14, 2022 Leave a comment

It is all the things we do, daily things,
habits, inconsequential and pointless
in so many ways. But still we do them
anyway, because we do. We don’t even
need a reason; that is the point. We do
them because it is what we do; all those
things we do. It’s what makes us human.
Funny thing; people notice. You might
even do some of those things with them,
or because of them. It is not uncommon.
Nor is it questionable as fact or as fate.
Our existence is as much our persistence.
It’s not pointless, yet the purpose is not
always clear. Each everyday experience
need not provide a lesson as it is, as it
was, as it happens. Before. Or afterwards.
Clarity. The when can be as much a why.

© 2022 j.g. lewis

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