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
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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

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cloud songs
Posted on September 5, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

      We hold on
   to what we can
        as long as
               we are able.
Our mind grows weary
   as we lose focus
 of where we have been.
      Our heart
    grows stronger
when we realize
  where we are.

09/05/2019                                   j.g.l.

To Mindfully Communicate
Posted on September 4, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

A handwritten letter says what nothing else can,

A handwritten letter offers something deeper than what we’ve become accustomed to in this era of instant communication.

Yes, we tap out quick missives in reply to today’s email and text messages. We respond, with a sentence or series of words, to a social media post, but it is always more reaction than interaction.

The width and breadth of a traditional handwritten letter goes deeper and wider. A few lines, a couple of pages, perhaps a bit of history or update on a current reality; each letter of every word contains something you just don’t get from an email.

Correspondence — communication in handwritten form — is to be appreciated and respected for exactly what it is; a truthful rendering on a person’s thoughts, feelings, or theories. There is a certain intimacy involved in the inherent honesty of a letter.

You write differently, perhaps more truthfully, when you commit words to a page by pen or pencil. You forgo the convenience of a keyboard and bypass the spellcheck and cut-and-paste familiarity of this virtual realm we live in.

You tell the story of an adventure, or future plans, in greater detail when you write by hand. Between the salutation and the sign-off, the words on the page take on a life of their own. There is a change in the tense, the texture, and the tone of how, and what, we write.

Outside of the eraser on a pencil (the original word processor) which allows you to catch the occasional error or slightly modify a sentence, words land on the page as you think and as you go.

You read differently, more observantly, when you look over the pages of a handwritten letter. The brain, overly-accustomed to the increased amount of text we consume in a single day, has to process the information in what has become an unfamiliar manner.

The eyes register the information more keenly — with less physical strain on the eyeball than what is required to read off an illuminated screen — and follow each curve and line of every letter, at times struggling with the varied uniformity of each person’s interpretation of the alphabet. It can be a challenge to read someone else’s handwriting, but there is an appreciation that another human being took the time to mindfully communicate.

A handwritten letter takes time. Thoughts captured on paper one day could take days or weeks to arrive at the intended destination. There is not the immediacy of electronic communication, but there is not the need.

A handwritten letter is timeless.


All Of A Sudden
Posted on September 3, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

I slept deeply these past two nights, window open, the refreshing nocturnal air taking on a chilly tone.
I pulled on a jacket yesterday morning for my coffee walk.
Last evening, I brought my sweaters from the back of the closet.
Clearing away the stack of paper that had accumulated through the summer, I reorganized my desktop. I even readied my bag for the upcoming week, instead of the more lackadaisical approach I’ve grown accustomed to.
What is it about September?
All of a sudden there is a need to become organized.
You notice the days are growing shorter, daily, a little faster. We dare not even think of winter, for autumn (officially or otherwise) has not yet bared its teeth.
Still, there is a desire to be prepared for what we know is coming.

09/03/2019                                          j.g.l.