Mythos & Marginalia

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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

Week to week our priorities often change, with or without dedicated thought or demanded intention. In hindsight, you recognize it simply happens.

   What you did or didn’t do last week (or the one before) has only as much significance as you award it.

   Sure, plans are made, dates are changed, and personal situations are altered in an effort to accomplish or further an ambition or desire that may (or may not) be obviously less important now than it was then.

   But when did it change? Or why?

   Or was it you who, after slight thought or idle consideration, determined the truth you were seeking is not as important as what is now, anyhow? 

   So, while plans change, certain ideas are likely to remain that might be better left for another day.

 

06/24/2024                                                                                                            j.g.l.

subtle details

It is just a moment.

   It’s one of the many moments you will experience throughout the day, if you take the time to notice.

   We move too fast, too often, in our daily life. The places we must go and tasks we must perform — or obligations we are committed to —  tend to overwhelm us. 

   We are ever-conscious of our required duties, but less observant of life as it passes by.

   Take a moment or two, here and there, throughout the day to observe the subtle details. Ignore the demands and observe a few of the little things that may seem unimportant at the time but bring about a small sense of self.

   It is mindful meditation in the simplest form, but it will provide a small shred of balance to this busy life.

   Stop, just for a moment, and look.

   Feel the simple satisfaction that comes with knowing where you are.

 

06/20/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

06/19/2024

be gentle with your self

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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on August 24, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I wrote a song.
   No, actually; I wrote the words to a song, the lyrics to a melody.
I contributed to a song.
   It was an exciting (at times frustrating) process, working with a structure developed by someone else; working with another person’s art.
   Actually it was interesting, and exciting, working with someone else on a common creative goal. I don’t do it too often.
   Writing is, generally, individual work. It can be isolating. You spend plenty of time by yourself dealing with situations or stories that only you know.
   You own the work. For the longest time, only you know the work.
   When you collaborate you have to open yourself up to the thought process of another person, accept another point of view and ideas you may not have considered.
   This song has been going on over the past couple of weeks.
   Physically distanced, I have been working with a musician who needed words to some work. We share files and email and talk it through when possible.
   There has been a lot of back and forth, each step advancing the total work.
   When a structure already exists, you have fewer choices on how you create.  You have greater challenges; the process challenges you.
   I don’t understand notes and chords, but I hear the spaces where words are required. I know words. I am a poet.
   Yet, although similar, lyrics are not poetry; not really.
   There is more of an adherence to a rhyme. The words have to fit.
   You must be responsive to a melody and the meter.
   You must be responsive to another artist’s work.
   Until, all of a sudden, it becomes yours.
   You have shared in not only the process, but the results.
   It is a rewarding process.

08/24/2020                                                 j.g.l.

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