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.




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
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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

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Spirit Radio

Posted on April 26, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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    Even at lower volume it resonates,
station to station, year to ear,
recounting mere memories. Beyond
weather forecasts and politics,
high school dance, an awkward kiss,
friendships then
                                now gone amiss
           to a never-ending soundtrack.
                                Owned by the soul
                                        on spirit radio.
       A Mother’s voice, a lover’s scent,
not where it was, but what it meant
and what you know.
  Landscape crackles with the night,
turned up
it is
always right.
    You cannot negate the silence of
     moments hardly since forgotten,
               between volume and verse.
   Sun-riddled afternoons, soft snow
in October, hailstorms in June, each
phase of the moon shines.
we lived, when they died, always
there, all along.
                                  A soothing tone,
the ever-present comfort, we find
            our past in melody, honesty,
                      and the lyric of a song.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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