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 . . .

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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Like Dandelions
Posted on May 19, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

     Scarcely a whisper,

            a breath, a slight breeze, and
         the seeds will scatter

                               effortlessly.

      We only know where we can go;
         when we allow the wind will take us.

If we submit ourselves to unknown persuasion,

     in time
                   we evolve.

         Savour the journey
    settle when you are able.

Plant roots,

             grow and blossom.

     Show us your natural beauty.

Hurting
Posted on May 18, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

It hurts to hurt.
It hurts to see others
hurting. It hurts to know
there is so little I can do
to help others, except
try to be strong
for those I care for.
I care more.
I couldn’t care less.
It hurts to care.
If I say I try
to care for myself, it is
not meant to sound selfish;
it means I know
I must be strong
so that I can care for
those I love.
I love a lot.
I am capable of more.
It hurts to know I might
not be capable of enough.
It hurts to hurt.

05/18/2021                                    j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on May 17, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

When did we stop looking up,
for no real reason, instead of
looking ahead or over to see
what’s coming?
   Or looking up only to see
a sight, an attraction, even to
follow a voice, a plane, a bird,
a cry from above; rather than
lifting our eyes to the sky to
feel the sun on our face, or a
few spontaneous raindrops
unexpectedly refreshing
our soul. Feeling the awe.
   Remember, as a kid, having
the time to look up and watch
clouds, or stars, or fireflies,
not even thinking what was
there, but knowing it was
important. Right there.
   When did that stop?
   Why did that stop?
   Do you still wonder?
   Today.
   Look up. Look further than
what is there. Open your eyes,
unconsciously, and don’t even
think about anything except
being there.
   Be there.
   Get outside.
   Look higher.

05/17/2021                                 j.g.l.