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

Very early this morning, I couldn’t help but glance westward to the brilliant full moon hovering above the CN tower and office buildings of downtown Toronto. The lights inside the sky-high structures not nearly as bright as Luna, but nonetheless picturesque.
   It was a beautiful scene capturing the city I live in and the celestial delight that has guided me for as long as I remember.
   And, I without my camera.
   Pre-coffee, I was not awake enough, or wise enough, to reach into my pocket and at least snap a few shots with my mobile device. I didn’t think, at the time, my simple phone would do the Moon any justice. I instead held the scene in my head.
   While there is a certain convenience to the trusty mobile device, I prefer to use my camera where I have a greater selection of focal lengths and can more artistically control the light entering the lens.
   The camera, I feel, gives me the control I need. Even in the darkness.
   It is all about control.
   I have spent a lifetime learning the intricacies and settings of a camera and its lenses, both digitally and in the more traditional film format. A true camera allows me to make photographs and not simply take snapshots. I like to control and compose as I go through this life. My camera allows me to do that, when I have it with me.
   I later searched the digital files of my computer to find one photo or anther of the Full Moon. I have many times captured both the subject and its essence, but I did not this morning.
   I will however remember this morning’s Moon.
   And I will regret not being prepared enough, or aware enough, to capture what was before me. I did not have the control I wanted.

02/26/2026                                                                                   j.g.l.

times change

When do you decide to make a change?
   Are there circumstances that force you to rearrange the way you run your life?
   Health concerns, living arrangements, sudden interests, or new people and possibilities.
   Change is not always organic.
   Sometimes we have to fight with old habits and patterns, while other times change just happens (good or bad). We still need to rethink what is important.
   How do you decide, and where do you begin?
   The answers can be found, only, within.

© 2019 j.g. lewis


Words intentionally scribbled in an old notebook, a quote from someone or somewhere. that often comes to mind.
   ‘Do what is right, not what is easy.’
   Many people have said it (or variations of such), so attributing the inspirational words to somebody specific is more difficult to understand than the moral itself.
   A powerful thought from someone who probably thinks more than me (and I do a lot). It is not easy, and sometimes my thoughts are not right, but I try to own them.

02/23/2024                                                                                           j.g.l.

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Posted on October 3, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment



Scrappy branches of barren trees
scratch against October’s crisp cobalt sky.
and a mother’s bedroom lamp
paint screaming banshees
across the front lawn.
Winds heighten
to an eerie squeal.
She leans in, pulling a safety pin
from her ear.
Tussled hair, the scent of patchouli
and cigarettes. Her lips
taste of the night.
A safety pin punctures the
denim jacket’s collar.
A poignant promise
from a shadow too young to notice,
not old enough to know.
Long ago.
Still, now,
I wear a safety pin on my jacket,
if only to remember the taste of the night,
and the smell of autumn.


It’s only a cookie,
is it your fortune?

Not likely.

Yet, many dreams
begin with a taste
of a thought.

Take a big bite.


Mondays are just young Fridays


Defined by our physical body, we are all receptacles that — in addition to the bones, blood and guts — hold space. Moving forward through life, we continue to fill this space with ideas, memories, ideals and knowledge.
  We go through periods where there seems to be continual change. We welcome new experiences, and people, or take on fresh or unfamiliar styles of working, or creating.
  Each time you do something, try something, or take on a new task, you clear out room inside yourself by discarding what has been there for a while. It, at times, is exhausting. The process can take you on a whirlwind trip, both physically and emotionally.
  We do things, we get things done, and at the end of it all, or in a moment of quiet reflection, we realize we have depleted our personal resources.
  We feel empty; yet, we know, there is room for more.
  It is there, in those periods of thought, when you have to decide whether there is more you wish to accomplish, or experience, or if you are content with the way things are, or have been.
  If everything is the way it should be, if you have what you need, then it’s all good.
  But if you want more (and we all have the capacity) then now is the time to fill yourself up.  There are always new cities to visit, emerging art to view, more people to acquaint yourself with, and new words to read.
  Take the time to fill the mind, remind yourself to be accepting of change, or open to revisiting a place or process that may once have fulfilled you, or perhaps left you in a state of disappointment.
  You have to decide to allow something into your life, or to fill you up intellectually and emotionally. Only you can decide if there is room for more. Only you know your true volume.
  I am not empty. I am open.


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