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.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 27, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I have a history of daydreams, periods in which my mind goes beyond where I am supposed to be to where I might want to be.
  Often, in my younger days, I was chastised for not following along in class, or not being present mentally or emotionally. Teachers and parents thought it a concentration problem, but in the end it was simply boredom. My mind needed to be active and, many times, school lessons didn’t allow for all that.
  Nobody understands daydreams – at least nobody seemed willing to accept that I could brighten up a dull, dreary math class (or other such meaningless event) by letting my mind travel to more important thoughts, or places.
  Daydreams, apparently, were bad things; things that interfered with productivity and purpose. Obviously I thought otherwise.
  Yes, daydreams take you away from the present, but perhaps there is a reason. Maybe we need to see the possibility instead of what is provided for us.
  Maybe a daydream signifies a better place, or idea, or something out of the ordinary?
  Don’t we already live with enough ordinary?
  So even now, a little older and questionably wiser, I still daydream. I’ve become quite good at it, in fact, many times I don’t even know that I’m doing it. But I enjoy the results.
  Daydreams allow you to exercise imagination, add colour to the confusion, propose solutions to the problems of the day, and help you cope along the way. Daydreams allow a little more latitude than we are normally permitted, and can help make sense of this thing we call life.
                                                                 j.g.l.

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