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 . . .

cloud songs

    Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
       If we choose to notice.
       If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state 
between elements of darkness and bright, 
           morning quells emotions and
   disruptive thoughts we once embraced.

03/26/2024                                                                                     j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
   It goes past superficial.
   Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
   Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
   It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
   I need to do the work.
   At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.

03/25/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

© 2022 j.g. lewis

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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Wanderlust

Posted on December 21, 2016 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

                Without direction from the
             soon-setting Sun, drawn not by the pull
         of the Moon, it flows past murky shadows
 shifting into place, and passes by the sweep of trees.
          The river remains constant.
      Showing itself, ripples and bubbles, only
  when convenient. Beneath the frozen surface,
                 a flurry of activity within each body of water
                 it passes through.
                 Neither transient or untenable
          it knows not whether it will end up in the sea,
   or be channelled through tributaries
                to a gentle stream, sparkling lake, or
 come to rest in a stagnant swamp, eventually
                     seeping into the aquifer, or evaporating
        and ending up as a puddle in a far-away city.
                    The cycle begins again.
                     Wanderlust.
              The river does not know the power it contains,
      yet continues to move.
      There is no silence.
          The stillness is never complete as we,
 minute by day, year over year, seek purpose.
     And balance. Under this Solstice,
               the Sun shedding it’s grace for such little time,
              traversing through to darker hours, as we are.
         Or as we can,
         in this semi-frozen state, craving comfort
      which comes from removing ourselves
 from the elements.
                        Man-made darkness, the shelter
               in which we hide, or rest, or plot how
           we will better face the day, and the year ahead.
 Each of us is searching, or knowing, or
                                     finding our ocean.
                                     Neither temporary
     or transient. A natural rhythm, the planets revolving
 as they should, each cycle, each pattern,
         each evolution.

©2016 j.g. lewis

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