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

What are a few days between seasons? As if a shadow could tell of the time and temperature range from hour to day, today or tomorrow, or last season.
   Summer to fall. Now is not a fixed period, as was yesterday or last week. Those periods of time are fluid, ever changing, but still somewhat definite in our minds for the time being representing the periods or eras of our presence here on earth.
   How we measure our time, any time, always includes a proviso. The conditions we set will influence what is to come, as much as what has happened.
   How can you explain yourself when a short-term view overrides the obvious long-term accumulation of thought and experience.
   This time is yours; how you chose to share it will differ from day to day.

09/25/2023                                                                                                j.g.l.



You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.


The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.

You simply have to find
the direction.

It is all in your hands.

© 2017 j.g. lewis



               Anguish or confusion, 
        sometimes it is the way. 
      Anxiety takes over. 
        What else can you say  
     as you try to put aside all 
     the feelings that dog you 
   anyway.    No pain today.  
           Try as you might to
    see your way through. 
       No pain.    Not today. 

09/14/2023                                                               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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this eighth month

Posted on August 26, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

It stops.
 Dreams, planted and paid for, dissipate with the season.
 The eighth month,
 forever a period of turmoil. 
The heartbreak of August. 
Always endings, always there.
Goodbyes believable, stories told from sixteen onward,
 a laundry list of sorrows, added items along the way 
from a boy to a man, to whomever I struggle with now
 and again.
                                                I don’t know.
I live with it. This eighth month. August. I have naturally learned 
to accept. My prescient nature, not always accurate, but available, 
should I choose to pay attention to the whispers or my conscience.
Often choices are made for me, although
 I continue believing you are where you are
 because you ended up here.
                                                 Can you know?
This is not the season to hide, this eight month forebodes.
 As quickly as it comes. 
As quickly as it goes.
Unhappiness fades away, with flowers, with memories,
 with that freedom that comes from shorter midnights.
                                                 Soon to change.
                                                 September soon.
Calendars need not remind of weeks, or
 years gone by. Each month has a purpose.
The sky sits lower.
                                                 It waits.
                                                                                                        It knows.

@ 2018 j.g. lewis


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