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 . . .


Vision obscured by common occurrence,

perhaps appearing disparate today, yet 

always hope for an alternate perspective.

    Hardly a coincidence, isolation may 

principally compound its influence or 

allow you to seek a different viewpoint.

Take notice, observation provides clarity.

05/21/2024                                                                                      j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays



Sit, quietly and comfortably, where you are.


Acknowledge the gradient nature of progress as it happens with the shades of past days inflecting a presence we don’t often respect.


Take your time.


Feel. Where you are.


At the intersection of faith and contentment you will gradually find your way.


Think about it.


Set your intentions.


Now rise, slowly and purposefully.


Look up, not only with your eyes but with your neck engaged in mindful movement.


Release the stiffness in your bones, allow energy to radiate from the spaces between.


Let the weight on your shoulders dissipate as you allow the arms to simply hang as if they are not even there.


Inhale. Exhale.


Each breath is as important as the next.




Exercise thankfulness, first and foremost to your self and the effort you have just expended.


Hold that thought.


You have already begun to experience the day.


Gratitude will follow with your next steps.


Share that feeling.


Enjoy this day.




05/20/2024                                                                        j.g.l.

cloud songs

      As it is and will be 
for the foreseeable future, there is 
only what remains behind the disguise.
   As natural as it has been, as
   astonishing as it occasionally seems, 
   we can only hope it will get better.
     Why is it we allow optimism 
     to dislimn all that is?
          Hope casts a lengthy shadow.

05/17/2024                                                                                j.g.l.

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

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is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on July 20, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I went to the gallery last week, a pleasure I have been denied for months.
I’m a fairly frequent visitor to the Art Gallery of Ontario; the last time I went to the AGO was February, before COVID-19 shut everything down.
When the gallery announced it was reopening, I booked a ticket, agreeing to the accepted COVID practices: face masks, social distancing and limited numbers.
My primary interest was seeing some of The Group of Seven work from the permanent collection. The 100th anniversary of the group’s first exhibition could not be properly acknowledged in May because of the COVID closure. For months I’ve been feeling that I I’ve been missing out.
We’ve all missed out on something over the past few months, many of us have been unable to attend events far more important than visiting a gallery.
But visiting an art gallery was a slight return to normal for me; something I enjoy, something I appreciate, something I do fairly often.
After The Group of Seven, I simply wandered through much of the gallery. At one point I took out my notebook and just sat in the beautiful building and wrote about how sad it was that this gallery, and so many others, was locked up for months.
Even resting on a flat wall, behind closed doors, art is active.
Art is there to inspire, to soothe and to bring a bit of joy to our complicated lives.
Art is never passive, it always displays a fragment of what life meant at the time.
Art is a reflection; art will show you sorrows and celebrate the soul or the city.
Without boasting, art proudly reflects not only what should be celebrated at the time, but also what should forever be celebrated.
I spent a couple of hours at the AGO last Thursday but I didn’t see all I needed to see, so I went back on Saturday.
You can never see too much art.

07/20/2020 j.g.l.

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