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 . . .

destination

This morning is
just this morning.

Last night
was only a night.

Where we end up is
as much a choice as chance.

A destination will look different
at the end of the day.

 

05/14/2024                                                                                  j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

This period of organic transformation, as seasons do what seasons have done before, is full of possibilities.
   It is only natural to wonder what happens next as temperatures climb and the sun promotes growth, gratitude, and further change. 
   This is evolution in its most natural elemental. A beauty to behold, daily, hourly, seasonally.
   Take the time to notice.
   Enjoy it all.

05/13/2025                                                                                                j.g.l.

 

 

human to the core

I have a good memory, one that allows me to disregard occasional unfortunate events and dismal challenges I have faced through the years and — when I need it most –— return to the bountiful periods of youthful happiness.
   There I find my mother.
   Positively selfless, human to the core, Mom had a practical wisdom that still shines through on occasions when I need good counsel, or if my spirits need a good polishing.
   A gentle hand with forgiving resolve, and the most loving heart, my mother was my truest friend. She always seemed to find time for me, and knew when I needed it. My first teacher, the lessons I learned from her allow me to be the person I now am; flaws and all.
   I lost my mother too early, and too long ago. 
   Technically, my mother was with me for less time than she wasn’t.
   A mother’s love extends well beyond whom, or where, she is.
   Her love is always with me.
   I still feel her heartwarming presence, especially on days like today. I miss my mother, more than I admit, and cherish her memory often.
   Today, again, I honour her magnificent soul.
Happy Mother’s Day

05/12/2024                                                                                                 j.g.l.

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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assumption

Posted on September 6, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Embracing reminders of who we were, not
who we are not, we remain convinced of
this confusion and seldom make the right
assumption in moments where we wish
to define ourselves. We will need any sort
of control over any areas of a life that is
primarily accessible to all. What we share,
when we share, occasionally goes beyond
intimacy expected in the moment. Caution,
isolated thought amongst the many you are
thinking or have thought; why or why not.
We need to breathe for our self, even mere
mouthfuls of tainted air can absolve you of
the guilt, even temporarily. Little freedom.
This cruel reality is replacing the ordinary.

© 2023 j.g. lewis

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