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 . . .

all my flaws

Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.

03/24/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.

action

Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         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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It Has Passed

Posted on July 11, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I seem to forget how quickly

everything, in this age of instant,

becomes the past.

Random thoughts, photographs,

journal entries, grocery lists, facts,

fashion and faith captured in the

moment will soon only represent

history.

What it is becomes what it was.

Our memory banks are brimming,

perhaps more eventful than the

current account of our lives.

The past affects the present, now

becomes when, even if we try to

do it all again.

We can’t relive the past; it has passed.

How do we deal with change when it

happens again and again? You can’t

prepare when you don’t know what is

there. You can only go with the flow.

 

j.g.l.

 

 

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