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 . . .

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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Even Now
Posted on December 28, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

What I was then
versus
            who I am now.
   Indistinguishable
        in so many ways,
unrecognizable in others.

   Even now,
                     I can clearly see,
         but, sometimes
               don’t notice.

Who I am

is not dependent upon
 where I am or
   what I am going through.

At my core
I am mostly the same
        as then
                      or now.

12/28/2018                                            j.g.l.

What You Believe
Posted on December 27, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

It is not enough
to say what you mean.
It takes greater strength,
deeper thought, and often
steadfast commitment
to know
what you believe.
It’s not right to simply
accept what you are saying.
Think about it.
Inform your self.

12/27/2018                                            j.g.l.

Greater Than A Concept
Posted on December 26, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Sometime. In the past week, or
the past day or two,
it happened.

It is not memory, nor even déjà vu.

You stopped
for a moment, a breath
caught in your chest, a
small tear in the corner
of your eye.

Unaccountable recollection of a moment,
or a face; an amalgam of a personal antidote,
myth, family story of another time or place.

More than a feeling, but not quite an emotion.
Greater than a concept, far more than a notion.

If you called it happiness, you would do it a disservice.
Not enough force to be joy, nor significant gravity
to be bliss. It simply arrives.
Unnoticed, without warning.

The spirit of Christmas
can’t be explained,
cannot be justified,
will not be claimed.

It just is
what it is.

It arrives during a phone call from
a daughter, a playful story about a mom,
or grandmother’s recipe
shared or prepared.

It is fleeting, yes, but
it makes your day.
It’s never enough, but
all we have at times.

Remember that feeling.

© 2018 j.g. lewis