Mythos & Marginalia

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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 . . .

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.

 

 

Important

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.

cloud songs

        Our dreams, scattered
     amidst our memory, last night
            or the one before.
     The dream, the day
     inconsequential as
          the music that plays
            in the coffee shop.
            It is all noise
       cluttering the silence
       we think we want to hear.

02/02/2023                                                                       j.g.l.

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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on February 13, 2017 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

The absence of sound; silence
soothes and silence heals.
  Without a sound you think, you
feel; a deeper thought, one without
interruption. Thoughts you own.
  Thoughts of your own.
  Early morning walk, the fresh-fallen
snow covers up all you know. The
city still sleeps, finding comfort in
the silence. You are awake.
  It’s peaceful, each big fat snowflake
takes its time finding a way to the
ground. This is your time, a signal
to slow down and allow your self
a moment, or two, of repose.
  Surely, soon, today will come alive
and you will be forced to deal with
all that clutters the mind. Until then,
enjoy this slice of time to get your
bearings straight, to prepare yourself
for the risks you will take and
mistakes you will make (we all do).
  It’s all up to you.
  Remain open to what comes your
way, find more time throughout the
day to listen to your self.
  Let silence heal, let silence help.
                                                                                            j.g.l.

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