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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I Need Help

Posted on January 5, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

It is a problem for me.
   It has been for a while.
   I had convinced myself that it was under control – that I was really just a social reader – and I could stop at anytime. I have even gone months without picking up a book.
   Yesterday, I was reminded how much of a problem it had become.
   I’d just managed to get through the Christmas season, where I was gifted a number of intriguing reads. And I’ve still got several brand new books on my night table that I had picked up in the fall. My bedside itself is evidence of how out of control this habit has become with its two or three stacks of hardcover and paperbacks all stacked up and ready to read.
   Yet, there I was yesterday, at the Toronto Reference Library, flipping through racks of great deals on great literature in the used book sale corner.
   How could I resist the temptation?
   My hands were full, and then I spot this sign on the wall. I am indeed a bookaholic.
   I need the kind of help you can only find in a good book.

01/05/2023                                                                             j.g.l.

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