Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

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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My Point Of View

Posted on August 22, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I sat and
waited for the darkness.
I watched others
waiting, like me.
We are all the same. . .
curious souls
waiting for,
thinking of,
something
that would make
a difference.
It seemed smoggy, yes,
perhaps a bit darker,
but more overcast.
I suppose
I’m not surprised.
I was nowhere near
the optimal viewing zone.
My longitude and latitude
were not even close to
my enthusiasm
and attitude.
It was only to be about a
70% solar eclipse from
my point of view,
still I was hoping
for more.
I remembered 1979, and
watching the streetlights
dim, and the birds
reacting eerily
to sudden change.
I remember 
the darkness then,
and the quiet.
Yesterday
I was expecting more.
Perhaps I was
waiting for a miracle.
Other places on the planet
were blessed with the magic.
Not here.
Expectations are never
what they should be.
08/22/2017                           j.g.l.

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