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 . . .

the days ahead

Pack lightly. 

Carry with you only what is required.

Leave space for memories, or souvenirs, of the days ahead.

Enthusiasm permits you to turn a planned trip into a true adventure.

What you will see is nothing compared to what you will feel.

Don’t forget your camera.

05/24/2024                                                                                    j.g.l.


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.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on November 9, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Last Friday, the weather warmer than we deserve, I jumped on my bike and rode down to the lakeshore.
A November bike ride is rare.
It felt more like September, or August. I took my paint box with me.
During August I’d been making this same trip weekly.
I’d ride down to the lakeshore to paint. It was part of my August Art Immersion, and my ‘non-judgmental paint sessions’ were part of simply returning, or respecting (or rediscovering) creativity.
In August, this pandemic was weighing heavily (as it is now) and I needed to do something to break or disrupt the dysthymia I’d been feeling. Each day in August I immersed myself in something artistic.
Last Friday, it felt good to go back to the lakeshore, and to painting.
It doesn’t matter what I paint — even though the tree directly ahead of me was the same tree I visited in August — it matters only that I paint.
I can’t be critical of what appears on the page because that defies the object of the process, or the object of painting… or of art
It must just be there.
Yes, I always seek to improve, but on ‘non-judgmental’ painting days I am looking only to improve my mood.
It is what it is.
I am what I am.
Art reminds me.

11/09/2020                                        j.g.l.

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