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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come inside

Posted on January 13, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

   Please leave behind all
that has arrived, as we slept, our
minds impervious to the overnight
intrusion on a landscape we have
come to accept.
We have conceded, even enjoyed,
light rain to now. Shielded by
umbrellas (if available), we have
gone many days without sunshine,
yet this winter’s warmth has
allowed no accumulation of
Until this morning.
Now the slush, sidewalk salt and
simple inconveniences will
follow us everywhere. Leave it
outside, where it belongs.
As you enter, stomp off your boots
in that long-familiar dance favoured
by rosy-cheeked children and elders
not as nimble but more experienced
with a lifetime of harsh winters.
Remove your boots or
those sopping sneakers and socks
and come inside. By all means
you are welcome, but leave the snow
where it belongs and let our troubles
accumulate out of doors.
Surely there will be more.

01/13/2023                                                                                     j.g.l.

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