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

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.


Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

forever wonder

If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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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uncomfortable truth

Posted on November 2, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

He wants to be forgiven
for memories he may only possess
of moments not shared, not
obviously or intimately.

What never was
just might have been the
principle or pastime
that caused this unorthodox pain.

He finds it easier to write
a common third-person narrative
than to admit my faults, my
needs or my struggle.

His search for wholeness is
an unforgiving quest to find a
semi-natural state in a world of
compromise and deceit.

My self, my view, my impulse
or intention goes long beyond
what I am or have now.
Deeper thought; a deeper longing.

An uncomfortable truth of
which has been comprised of
falsehoods. What is behind his
flawed and fragile shell?

What I don’t often ask is
often what I will not say and if
you do not address this dichotomy
you will end up going silent.

It is not obvious, nor is it
intentional. It is self-preservation
and so much easier than
having to admit this shame.

© 2022 j.g. lewis


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