Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

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

It wasn’t about age; it is still about the music.
   I, and an almost-full arena, took in a spectacular concert last night as The Who played Toronto.
   Augmented by a full orchestra, the timeless British band gave us two hours of absolute magic; full of the sonic glory you expect from guys who have, at several points in history, proved that rock and roll is what it is.
   The Who could have spent the evening simply trotting out a career’s worth of hits, but instead opened with a string of compositions from the rock opera Tommy. Later in the night we were treated to a solid set from Quadrophenia. Both albums go well back into the ‘70s.
   Of course they played, and played well, the songs that many people know more from the CSI television series, but several of the big hits where left out (they did not play I Can See For Miles my absolute favourite song ever), but that was okay. Last night was all about the music.
   I’ve long considered The Who to be mostly about Pete Townshend, the guitarist who wrote much of the band’s catalogue. Now, at 77 years of age, Townshend is still in fine form. But so is lead singer and front man Roger Daltry, 78, singing and screaming in a manner that defies age.
   I’ve seen the band a couple of times in my lifetime, and chances are I will not have the opportunity to see them again. This may be The Who’s last tour, but then Townshend said he would quit touring in 1982.
   So there is hope, and there is still the music.

10/03/2022                                                                     j.g.l.


Giving Into Time

Gardens across the city are looking tired.

The flowers and foliage have for months been growing, blooming, celebrating the glorious sunshine and making our days on this big, beautiful planet ever more enjoyable.

But, come October, even the most curated gardens and manicured lawns are showing signs of wear and tear from the dipping nocturnal temperatures, lack of rain, care, or even neglect.

The cycle from spring, through summer, and now autumn, becomes more obvious each day. Daisies, Black-eyed Susan, Echinacea, once-boastful geraniums and hydrangeas are giving into time.

I can’t even find a dahlia anywhere.

Our landscape is getting darker.

The colours of flowers we count on to fill our lives will soon only be available in photographs, florist shops, or bouquets of the day at the market. We take it wherever we can, whenever we can, but we will wait patiently for next year’s gardens to bring back the everyday joy as the cycle will begin once again.

10/02/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

Truth and Reconciliation

comes at a cost

those who have already paid

the process

takes time

takes even longer


In Canada, September 30 marks the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. This day honours the Survivors of residential schools, the children who never returned home, and their families and communities.
Orange Shirt Day is an indigenous-led grassroots commemorative day intended to raise awareness of the individual, family and community inter- generational impacts of residential schools and to promote the concept of “Every Child Matters”.

09/30/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

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Believe In Love

Posted on July 8, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Empathy, compassion, peace, gratitude, kindness, and charity . . . all virtues I believe in, with all my soul. And love, I believe in love: familial love, and friendly love, lustful love, specific love and general all-encompassing love for humanity, for the greater global community, and for thy neighbor, as we are supposed to, and I do.

So yesterday morning, I had heard enough. I had heard enough of the soundtrack to the now familiar event everybody is talking about, and grieving over. Or I had heard enough of the news of a similar event that happened the day before.

It’s not that I didn’t believe it had happened, or was choosing to ignore it; I just did not want to see it. I had heard enough.

Instead I watched, over and over, this simple video a dear friend had posted, a short clip of a butterfly emerging from its pupa, discovering its wings, and going out into the world.

It was beautiful.

The short video was the latest in a series of posts showing the evolution of this glorious spirit. It was filmed, and described over time, with wide-eyed wonder and love.

Love was the secret ingredient that brought this project to life, and this simple miracle to light. Recording the progress was a labor of love that was shared with all the magic this virtual realm can offer.

So yesterday I chose love over hate, and will again and again, whenever possible and because I can.

I wasn’t even going to write about the other event, or the other one, or the ones before that. I’m not sure my voice would make any difference, and that is not to say the voices of others won’t have an impact. I know they will.

It’s just that I have written too much over the years about violence, and racism, and hatred, that I cannot offer a fresh perspective. I know I will again, but yesterday I was upset by it all, concerned about what may happen next, and fearful over the possibilities. I was speechless, and that doesn’t happen often.

So yesterday I chose love over hate as I sat in front of this screen. It was amazing. I’m by no means naïve, and I know the problems this planet faces won’t go away if I ignore them, but I could not watch. I have no room in my head for hate, and only have space in my heart for love.

If you believe in
with all your mind,
and all your mite,
you place it
in your heart and
bring it to life.

To brighten your day, have a look at this wonderful footage captured by Maria Font, with pride, and with love. Thank you Sunshine, for making this world a little brighter and for bringing so many of us together at a time when we could use a little more joy, and wonder . . . and love.







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