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.




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
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Some Nights

Posted on September 7, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


We are awake.
  It’s because we have greater questions than those we asked yesterday, or last week.
  It is night.
  It’s when we are unsure of the consequences or complications that we seem to run up against daily, or weekly. Or it is the people we love, or have loved; those who may well have questions themselves.
  We wonder.
  Some nights it is all we do.
  We wonder through those restless times, not certain of the how or the why, always unclear of what to do, but you do try to listen to the questions.
  In the resounding silence it is still not obvious.
  You continue wondering.
  You never wonder like you do under a full moon.
  The light may not shine on the answers, but the light will shine on your self.
  The wonder.
 09/07/2017      j.g.l.

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