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

What has been heard, what has been said, after 24 or 27 months give or take? More or less, what was said (even wished) was mainly, and above all else, that we wanted things to return to normal.

We were longing for the everyday day-to-day, the regular way, sort of; or at least, some semblance of such. We wanted, we said, to be with people again, doing the things we usually did.

We wanted to see smiles, again, on stranger’s faces, we said from behind our masks and wanting so much for our lips to be read as much as our expressions of joy. Or reality. Or anything other than what it was for the 26 or 25 months of what came to be.

We weren’t asking for much, really, or nothing any more spectacular than what life grants us on any given day. We wanted the ordinary, if nothing else.

What we have known is not over. How we are living, coping, or struggling, is not the same as it was eight months, or 11 months, back (or 25 or 23). It was a long time, and longer still will be this shadow of a virus that has hung over us (more than a footnote, and still not quite a chapter) in this never-ending story.

What was, or what is, close to some kind of normal, feels closer now. Dare we say it? We wished it, didn’t we, and here we are now more than two years later, finally gathering in parks and parades, galleries, shopping malls, and back at the office.

Masked or unmasked, we might not be as close as we were before, but we are working on it. Aren’t we? Can’t we now see, or hear and experience life, a little bit like we did before?

Yes, we want more, but right now this is as good as it gets for those of us still cautious, yet relieved, that we are here to see what’s going on.

It is, or seems to be, a return to the usual, the normal, and the everyday ways. For some of us it will never happen, for many of us it will never be, but for all of us there is a new (or another) opportunity for ordinary.

The ordinary: after all we have been through, that may even be better than it sounds.

06/27/2022                                                                               j.g.l.

 

cloud songs

     Morning begins it all,
yet it is much later
                    you notice
   nights become shorter
when the day is no longer.
          We see less
       than we want to, and
   know more than
          we should.
   Darkness allows silence.
        May your thoughts
            be understood.

 

06/21/2022                                                                           j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

The lush canopy of green above us seemed to take its time arriving.
   The recent sunshine, warmth, and humidity contribute to a general feeling of euphoria.
   No specifics required.
   The changing of the seasons is not lost on us; nor is the change of reasons.
   In the grand scheme of things, this feeling doesn’t last as long as it should.
   Shouldn’t we appreciate this more than we do?
   Look up. Look around.
   Think of where you are now and why you are here.

06/20/2022                                                                            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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Words For Someone Else

Posted on March 2, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

“I can’t keep up the calls”
I feel “Sadness..
Because some people will think ..
She is hard on me., forgotten time..
Why can’t she,
See, or even “Feel with me!?”
But that’s not “truth–
I can say, with no regret
My heart is “Occupied”
Our souls have met..
I am in Love
And Love is in me..
Which feels like, a constant Shelter..
Home.
I have to follow “My Path”..
To live My.. Life
I need my “Freedom”
to follow my –Soul..
Time ..
I need so much..
Time is “Rude on me, I must
follow “My Heart”
I’ve tried to live a life
for “All..
Consuming all of my heart beats,
To fulfill my goals for being kind ,
“A Heart Wearing Soul”

All at once..
To give, and show..
That I Am ..
Nice .. I try to say,
In so many ways,
That I can care
That I can hope..
That I can love
That I can grow..
I Am worth full.

Sur ma route..
Yes I know
Just to Be ..
And breathe
And feel ..Free
Unconditionally.
Just like that
To give, and take..
And letting my heart rest,
where it wants to go..
Where it belongs,
My Shelter .. “Home”
Where it wants to stay..

“I can’t keep up the calls”
But need you to know..
You are worth full,
in your own way
We all need to sing our own song,
That’s the beauty of Life..
To care
To hope..
To love
To grow..
You have to follow
the beauty of your Soul.
Your path, and don’t think at All..
Trust in the rhythm of your Heart
Beat.

And believe that one day,
you Will
say; ” I can’t keep up the calls..”

@2018 Lisette Kiene

Lisette Kiene lives in Gouda, The Netherlands. 
Lisette is a graphic designer & owner of a Creative Soul. 
She is a believer of an endless destination, naturally. 
She transforms thoughts and whisperings into writing. 
She follows her own melody.

 

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