Mythos & Marginalia

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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 gets left behind

with our unmade minds

forever rushing?

 

What do we leave behind

if we did not take the 

the time to notice?

 

What is no longer mine

because neither you nor I 

could take our time?

 

12/02/2024                                                                                                                           j.g.l.

look around

Be thankful
for what you have, for
what you have to let go of,
and for those who are still
with you. Gratitude comes
in many forms. Look around.
Be thankful.

                                                                             j.g.l.

cloud songs

     It is only silence and only 

   for now, a minute or three

           but who is counting?

Enough, for now.

     Slight Repose, a little grace,

   enough until you have

   found your place.    Might be 

   morning, or the end of the day, 

   yet it is time to yourself anyway. 

           For now.

 

11/29/2024                                                                                                      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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on September 25, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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.

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