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 not young Fridays

Where you are is not where you will always be, physically, spiritually, emotionally and fundamentally.
Even your location will change, even if you stay in the same place (few of us do). Forward is not always a destination or direction, but rather a state of being.
Where will you go today?

02/06/2023                                                                          j.g.l.

future progress

It is often history that clouds our judgment, and even prevents us from seeing the true and right path we must take going forward.

   The steps we have already made, even those unplanned, play a meaningful role in the direction we have chosen. But, they do not always have to chart the course of future progress.

   Progress, yes, it is what we must do, even unknowingly.

 

02/05/2023                                                                                  j.g.l.

 

 

Important

The coldest morning of the winter
reminds you what is truly important:
– a warm parka
– garbage mitts
– a positive attitude
– good coffee

Spring is coming.
So is the weekend.

02/03/2023                                                                                      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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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 17, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

 

Insomnia

In absence of light I tried
counting raindrops,
losing tally at three thousand, two
hundred and thirty-seven, or
forty
          or so.
I was not counting them all; only
the loudest, the ones
I thought hurt the most.
The others, and I am convinced
there were many, fell
silently, normally,
               naturally.
Gravity.
I tire of counting.
              Why
do we keep track
of things
that cause
pain?

©2014 j.g. lewis

 

 

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