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 . . .



You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.


The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.

You simply have to find
the direction.

It is all in your hands.

© 2017 j.g. lewis



               Anguish or confusion, 
        sometimes it is the way. 
      Anxiety takes over. 
        What else can you say  
     as you try to put aside all 
     the feelings that dog you 
   anyway.    No pain today.  
           Try as you might to
    see your way through. 
       No pain.    Not today. 

09/14/2023                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night. 
    I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that. 
    Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live;  until last night. 
    He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us. 
    Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart
    The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
    At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
    It was quite an evening. 
    What else can I say? 

09/11/2023                                                                                   j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on December 18, 2017 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

We’ve all grown up surrounded by advertising.
  In print, billboards or placards, or through radio or television – and, now, in any vacant spot they can fill on any digital device you get your hands on – we are bombarded with product and price.
  It’s pretty easy to become immune to it all. It has to be especially effective to grab your attention; and only the shocking or extraordinary does.
  Good advertising has you reaching for your wallet.
  Great advertising pulls at your heart.
  There is one particular commercial that sticks out in my mind, especially this time of year.
  I remember the first time I saw it in about 2005. With a mother’s voice singing Silent Night, the commercial shows a series of adorable babies, fast asleep. Gentle, serene faces with eyes and mouths twitching ever so slightly, as babies do.
  All is calm.
  I remember watching, my eyes transfixed. It was generic, non-specific advertising, where you don’t even know it is a commercial for Pampers disposable diapers until after the main message appears on the screen at the end: Peace on Earth.
  I know my eyes welled up, then, and every time I saw the commercial in the years following.
  I know I remembered standing over my own infant daughter, decades earlier, and realizing all that was beautiful and right with this world.
  I know it hits me hard, this time of year, because my child was born a week before Christmas.
  Today, and evermore, I wish her Peace on Earth.

Image ©Pampers

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