Mythos & Marginalia

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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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.


Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

forever wonder

If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on August 3, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


I am, right now, everything I am. Despite
ambivalence and happenstance,
I remain, as I can. Here.
I dream and scheme, I wholeheartedly
try, there is still much confusion, and
clouds become stuck
in my eye. But me, being me, I
accept it that way. It’s all I can do,
especially today.
Wake up.
To question any changes, I would
have to look ahead; it’s pointless to ponder
too much life spent in bed.
Or a shortage of cash, and not enough
time, or not enough hope; regret
is a crime.
I cannot justify the greed
in only wanting more, if I can’t
be content with what happened before.
It doesn’t mean I simply stop
all attempts to improve my lot,
but it means appreciating the steps
before the stop. It means
being me, the right me, the best me
I can possibly be. Now,
I might get sidetracked, somewhere
along the way, but
I am who I am, on any given day.

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