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 . . .

look forward

The Tulips at St. James Park have run their course, the bulbs dug up and stored away until planting this fall.
    Right now it is just dirt, but I can feel potential.
    In the coming days, gardeners will fill the plant beds with a fresh crop of flowers to see us through the summer. I am anticipating beautiful things.
    Over the past couple of years, St. James Park has become a regular part of my landscape. It began during the COVID lockdown when I found myself passing through the park on my daily walks around downtown Toronto. It was more than a habit.
    The park became an oasis in my day; comfort within the concrete of the city. The shade of the magnificent trees always gave me a reason to stop.
    Sometimes I would sketch the flowers and trees, write a poem when the muse called out, or simply spend time with my journal or my camera.
    Some days I would just sit, as I did yesterday and the day before. Some days you only have to listen or look around.
    Yesterday, I noticed the water has been turned on in the bird bath after a two-year absence. It’s not quite a fountain but I know I’ll find myself, at some point, wasting time with my camera and capturing birds as they refresh themselves in the heat of the day.
    I look forward to it; time well-wasted is good for the soul. It’s always nice to have a place where there is the potential to do just that.

06/02/2023                                                                                                                   j.g.l.


We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?

05/30/2023                                                                                        j.g.l.


As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

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

j.g. lewis
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Posted on January 13, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


The sad news of David Bowie’s passing was all we heard about in Monday’s media, and beyond. Everybody, of all ages, seemed to have some sort of memory of this amazing performer.

A singer, songwriter, musician, visual artist, and actor, the news of his death was met with
disbelief, heartfelt sympathy, and accolades from his peers, politicians, and the common
people for whom he loved to perform.

The word legendary was oft used, and the Englishman was. Few artists will be remembered for their dedication to craft, ability to break boundaries, and be accepted for such a diverse creative vision.

In a world where icon is more known to be associated with a shape or symbol you press on a tablet or mobile device, the term – where Bowie is concerned – can be used to sacred proportions.

Bowie cut his own musical path and, through five decades, created characters that represented his ever changing and always inspiring musical being. These were characters we grew to love and associate with, as his world enlarged our own. In fact David Bowie, himself, was a character created by one David Jones as a platform to express his ideas and creativity.

What a magnificent platform it was. Always precise, always unique, and now, always remembered, Bowie was a true artist, human, and performer.

Incidentally, The Golden Globes were handed out last Sunday night, but on Monday the planet was more concerned with Bowie’s death, and his life, and his impact on pop culture.

Many, many actors and industry professionals – all artists in their own right – were recognized for their talents at the awards show (and rightly so), but few people were really talking about it Monday. The memories of David Bowie owned the day; he had that much of an impact on our world.

I wonder how many of those recognized at Hollywood celebration will be remembered in the same way at the end of their careers?

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