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

Very early this morning, I couldn’t help but glance westward to the brilliant full moon hovering above the CN tower and office buildings of downtown Toronto. The lights inside the sky-high structures not nearly as bright as Luna, but nonetheless picturesque.
   It was a beautiful scene capturing the city I live in and the celestial delight that has guided me for as long as I remember.
   And, I without my camera.
   Pre-coffee, I was not awake enough, or wise enough, to reach into my pocket and at least snap a few shots with my mobile device. I didn’t think, at the time, my simple phone would do the Moon any justice. I instead held the scene in my head.
   While there is a certain convenience to the trusty mobile device, I prefer to use my camera where I have a greater selection of focal lengths and can more artistically control the light entering the lens.
   The camera, I feel, gives me the control I need. Even in the darkness.
   It is all about control.
   I have spent a lifetime learning the intricacies and settings of a camera and its lenses, both digitally and in the more traditional film format. A true camera allows me to make photographs and not simply take snapshots. I like to control and compose as I go through this life. My camera allows me to do that, when I have it with me.
   I later searched the digital files of my computer to find one photo or anther of the Full Moon. I have many times captured both the subject and its essence, but I did not this morning.
   I will however remember this morning’s Moon.
   And I will regret not being prepared enough, or aware enough, to capture what was before me. I did not have the control I wanted.

02/26/2026                                                                                   j.g.l.

times change

When do you decide to make a change?
   Are there circumstances that force you to rearrange the way you run your life?
   Health concerns, living arrangements, sudden interests, or new people and possibilities.
   Change is not always organic.
   Sometimes we have to fight with old habits and patterns, while other times change just happens (good or bad). We still need to rethink what is important.
   How do you decide, and where do you begin?
   The answers can be found, only, within.

© 2019 j.g. lewis


Words intentionally scribbled in an old notebook, a quote from someone or somewhere. that often comes to mind.
   ‘Do what is right, not what is easy.’
   Many people have said it (or variations of such), so attributing the inspirational words to somebody specific is more difficult to understand than the moral itself.
   A powerful thought from someone who probably thinks more than me (and I do a lot). It is not easy, and sometimes my thoughts are not right, but I try to own them.

02/23/2024                                                                                           j.g.l.

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

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 26, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment



At The Time

She, she might not even notice
the beauty she hosts. She
is too busy,
caring, shouldering
               are less bothered with.
     She says she is lost
     I am lost too.
It may not be
the same kind
               of lost
or we may
show it or feel it
after all, she is a She and I am a He.

She may not even know, in fact
might not care,
     that I
     know, her beauty.
I’ve not said it, not in the way
                   she needs to hear,
the way she needs to be seen.

I said I am empty. It’s not the kind
of empty,
the one devoid
of anything substantial,
but it is an empty
that means there is space
     to fill.

     I didn’t say it.

     I didn’t say it
because I am a He and she is a She
we might have tried, but I didn’t enough
and God, she was brave and I
was unknowing and honest,
     and frightened.
Yes, I was scared (but I didn’t say that)
and rather than say
     I just let it go away.

Because she was that She, and I
didn’t wish to be
just another He.

I knew
she deserved more
than ever I could offer,
at least then, and I didn’t say enough.

At the time.

We all are
fighting time.

She questions her age, and I doubt mine too
she doesn’t know her beauty
                     but I certainly do,
So, seven days before I leave
we spent an evening
reading poetry
taking the time.

Still I didn’t say it, because
she was She,
and I
was just me.
©2015 j.g. lewis

This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.

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