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 . . .


As it is, not
as we wish it to be.

You have days
to think back on,

and you do…

05/25/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

always with the questions

Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?

05/23/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.


cloud songs

                          Library of memories;
      pages and paragraphs full of history
          and biography, essay or adventure.
                            Which story should I tell?
               Is it one you would well know or
                   a tale I still have no ending for?

05/16/2023                                                                                                j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on August 16, 2021 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I sat by a lake last night and
I listened.
   I watched the sun dip below
the horizon, and I listened
a little longer.
   I listened to the lake lapping
lightly against the shore,
and I could hear a chorus of
crickets, but there was not a
whisper of a breeze through
the many, many trees.
   It wasn’t silence, but it was
not the city sounds I have
become so accustomed to.
   I was so peaceful.
   The city is hours away.
   For a while I sat and thought
of nothing in particular, the
natural sounds not even
registering, but they were there.
   I felt it. What a wonderful way
to end the day.
   I believe tonight will end
much the same way.
   Some Mondays are even
better than I say. Enjoy your day,
and tomorrow too.

08/16/2021                                   j.g.l.

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