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 . . .

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.

cloud songs

        Our dreams, scattered
     amidst our memory, last night
            or the one before.
     The dream, the day
     inconsequential as
          the music that plays
            in the coffee shop.
            It is all noise
       cluttering the silence
       we think we want to hear.

02/02/2023                                                                       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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cloud songs

Posted on August 7, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Thoughts, like clouds,
vary in size, tone and velocity.
Immediate,
like a mood. Some float by,
unchallenged,
unchanged.
Others, once forgotten,
surface later,
unannounced, on
a scrap of paper or memory.
The ones that sit in my head
like a melody, you know the type,
continue and clamor and cry
to get out.
You may not always like them,
but they resonate
again and again. Every day.
These thoughts become
a part of something bigger,
at times.
Other times
they are strong enough
to stand alone.
On their own, I try not
to give them much thought, I
allow them to flow. Free
as they are.
Raw, as they come,
when they come,
or become undone,
cloud songs appear.

                                j.g.l.

 

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