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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Week to week our priorities often change, with or without dedicated thought or demanded intention. In hindsight, you recognize it simply happens.

   What you did or didn’t do last week (or the one before) has only as much significance as you award it.

   Sure, plans are made, dates are changed, and personal situations are altered in an effort to accomplish or further an ambition or desire that may (or may not) be obviously less important now than it was then.

   But when did it change? Or why?

   Or was it you who, after slight thought or idle consideration, determined the truth you were seeking is not as important as what is now, anyhow? 

   So, while plans change, certain ideas are likely to remain that might be better left for another day.

 

06/24/2024                                                                                                            j.g.l.

subtle details

It is just a moment.

   It’s one of the many moments you will experience throughout the day, if you take the time to notice.

   We move too fast, too often, in our daily life. The places we must go and tasks we must perform — or obligations we are committed to —  tend to overwhelm us. 

   We are ever-conscious of our required duties, but less observant of life as it passes by.

   Take a moment or two, here and there, throughout the day to observe the subtle details. Ignore the demands and observe a few of the little things that may seem unimportant at the time but bring about a small sense of self.

   It is mindful meditation in the simplest form, but it will provide a small shred of balance to this busy life.

   Stop, just for a moment, and look.

   Feel the simple satisfaction that comes with knowing where you are.

 

06/20/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

06/19/2024

be gentle with your self

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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Rendezvous

Posted on April 16, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Why don’t you meet me in Paris? Half a globe away,
another lifetime. They write songs about the city,
in April. I have never been. In any season.
Spring has yet to find its way here,
so Paris awaits.
Rendezvous. City of lights, city for lovers.
Should we not taste all Paris could be? Could we
not see nights from a tiny apartment,
streets below filled with people like us.
Experience I do not yet know, but I desire
to feel the city against your skin.

I have been told one night in Paris
is like a year in any other place. Language
I do not understand, but the art speaks to me.
Culture not found anywhere but Paris.
History unto itself.
Art knows no boundaries, no geographic space,
yet Paris, as I have been led to believe, is
the capital city.
Hemingway wrote of Paris, Fitzgerald as well.
Picasso found poetry in Paris, the painter found himself,
adopted the city, or it him.

Artists, from anywhere, are meant
to spend time in Paris, to discover, to recover
from wherever they have lived. You don’t
get that feeling anywhere else.
Or so I am told. I need Paris.
I would write in Paris, I would paint,
perhaps on the street, because I can only imagine
what others have lived.
I can only imagine. In Paris. In poetry.
In April. We would meet in Paris.
We may never leave.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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