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 . . .

these days

tomorrow is another chance

but what about today?

11/29/2022                                                                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.
Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.
11/28/2022                                                                                                                                                                                        j.g.l.

be content

hold the image
speak the silence
feel the clarity

11/27/2022                                                                                                                 j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on November 2, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I spent time over the weekend writing letters, replying to cards, sending an overdue thank you note, and catching up on correspondence.
I enjoy writing letters.
I like communicating through the more traditional snail mail. I love postage stamps. I like the tactile feeling of pencil on paper, it seems more personal to me.
The thing is, I have been tardy lately.
It just seemed hard to find the time. And I wasn’t busy.
I was, however, caught up in this pandemic thing like everybody else. All the news of the spread of the deadly COVID-19 virus was wearing me down, and it was coming at me all the time.
It was rather isolating.
I wasn’t making the time to write a letter at a time when I had more time to myself.
It felt onerous to even attempt a letter, and that didn’t feel right
It’s been like this over for almost eight months.
There are so many things we aren’t doing.
You become accustomed to all the things you can’t do that it affects the things you like to do.
I like writing letters; it’s like sending a long-distance smile.
I haven’t been smiling enough lately, but sitting down with my pencil and paper yesterday helped.
Joy comes from the small things we do.
Pleasure is found in the things we can do.
Communicate when you can. We all need to hear or read other voices. We are all going through the same thing.

11/02/2020                                     j.g.l.

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