Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

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

The clock and the calendar move
forward incrementally, naturally
(as it should be) from a darker
winter we can’t leave behind to
something resembling spring.
In-between our seasons we take
whatever we can, where we are.
We have little choice.
A less-than-enthusiastic forecast
glares at me from a mobile device,
with greater chance of soakers
more than once or twice in the
week ahead as atmospheric rivers
come down to earth (a convenient
excuse for all it’s worth).
April showers still to come, as it
happens, as it is always done, we
keep moving forward step-by-step
mainly in spite of the weather.

03/27/2023                                                                                                             j.g.l.

of interest

your knowledge is
your currency

save up for what
you need or desire

there is interest
in your wisdom

03/26/2023                                                                                        j.g.l.

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.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
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 May 3, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

There is warmth and comfort where I am: inside.
   On the other side of the glass, it promises to be nasty and wet, as it has been more oft than not over the weekend and the days proceeding. Spring is taking its time arriving and April showers runneth o’er to May.
   Even today.
   May rain, May snow (these days you can never know), but it seems less likely now than it was the other day. After all; it’s May.
   There is the urge to settle in with a book on this side of the glass, rather than undertake my morning wander about this city. There is no particular place to go, and I usually do; rain or snow.
   I don’t feel like it today.
   I long for summer’s heat and, day-by-day, I seem to be hoping more and receiving less.
   Look out the window.
   The view changes daily, but it is still outside.
   It is where I should be and, despite this seasonal objection, it is where I will go.
   I will get out of my climate-controlled comfort zone.
   Yes, at times, it is easier said than done. But I will as I should.
   There is a big world out there, with so much to discover and much more to know,
I need to get outside and live. Behind the glass, I am only existing.

05/03/2021                                               j.g.l.

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