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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on May 8, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Doubtful or disparaged, hopeful, hopeless, or just damn happy; everybody feels exactly that way, at some point.
  We are human, each with the capacity for a whole gamut of emotion, and we all go through ups and downs. It is only natural.
  Often we don’t have to think about the highs, but the lows can trigger feelings of inadequacy or worse. Things may not be going as planned, or how you wanted . . . or at all. You get down on yourself, or somebody else, or the whole world that seems to pass you by. You can feel trapped, alone, or unsettled, as if you are the only person who has been through this shit before.
  The uncertainty is unsettling. You feel nobody cares and then begin to care for yourself less than you should. It takes a bit of gumption; it is hard to admit you are not on your game.
  Sometimes you can’t even admit to yourself exactly why you are feeling the way you do.
  But you have to let it out. It will eat you up from the inside if you can’t find an outlet.
  Writing in a journal will, indeed, track your thoughts, and patterns, and may (in the long run) offer answers and insight, but your feelings need a stronger voice.
  Speak up.
  Talk to someone.
  Who will listen? It may be a person close to the situation, or a professional who can offer an outside perspective, perhaps even a friend?
  Your friend may not have any idea what you are experiencing, or know exactly what’s going on, but that should not matter.
  With a friend, you don’t even have to broach the topic.
   Sometimes just talking, making a human connection, and knowing another person is listening is enough to restore some feelings of self-confidence, or put you in a better mind frame.
  Talking lets you know somebody is listening.
  Remember: someone cares; somebody feels, or has felt, just like you.
Everybody feels that way some time.

05/08/2017                        j.g.l.

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