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

With the wars, chaos and conflict, and proliferation of hate speech that surrounds all of us right now, it is difficult to subscribe to the familiar mantra espoused in this season: 
Peace on Earth, good will to all men. 
   We can only wonder if this will ever be possible. More so, how have we even believed for so long that it could ever be probable. Globally or locally, peace and good will are notably absent from our lives. 
   Few of us are even in a position where we can affect enough change, and those who have any sort of ability are caught up in fruitless negotiations within the politics of it all. 
   Hatred has too much power 
   Love thy neighbour; who even tries? Locally or globally is anyone attempting? I do not wish to sound pessimistic and know there is nothing I can do personally to resolve the global catastrophes and calamities, but I am going to do what I can to create, or acknowledge, peace in my own little world. 
   In these coming weeks I intend to connect with family and friends who have been there when I needed them. I will reach out, even to those from a distance, to let them know I am thinking of them and what they mean to me. I should have been doing this long ago, and more consistently. I have neglected thanking people when I should have.  
I need to be more thankful. I need to express my gratitude more often than I have been. 
   We can all do such a thing, even if it is something as simple as sending a Christmas card, dashing off an email, or picking up the phone. 
   We can all pick up the peace.
   Yes, there are big problems on this planet we cannot avoid on the news of the day, but by making a daily attempt to reach out to those we care about our world can become a little smaller. 
   I believe we can find our own peace even in the absence of probability. 
   I still believe that peace is possible. 

12/04/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.


be proud

Personal accomplishments,
practiced perseverance,
following your own voice
even as it becomes muffled
by the world surrounding you.
Pride is not often easy, but it
is always possible.

12/03/2023                                                                                                 j.g.l.

tis’ the season

Make this a month
of substance. Sparkle
with the season. Reflect
back the light of those
who make all our days
a little brighter.

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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Posted on November 17, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

It was only last week when I noticed just how battered and beaten-up my notebook had become, the cover barely hanging on to the spiral coil, inner pages rounded with wear from being stuffed into and pulled out of my packsack.
   My notebook is always there, at the ready to record random scrabble, notes and observations about where I am (or where I was), skeletons of poems to be completed (or discarded), grocery lists and reminders to my self.
   A lot of things begin in a notebook. It has a purpose.
   I have a purpose and writing it all out, at the time, seems to help.
   My writing has been inconsistent at best these past few months. I began this notebook in May, and as I briefly perused the pages I realized how bruised and battered some of my thoughts were.
   My notebook is nothing like my journal where I make a more purposeful attempt at legible handwriting with greater attention to the form, style and substance.
   Daily, almost, I record what I feel is important to me.
   Often it begins in my notebook.
   I had an idea last week, a new concept, another way to sketch out my thoughts, perhaps with greater regularity and discipline. I began to outline my plans on some of the pages remaining in the battered journal, but realized I needed more space to move these thoughts forward.
   A new scribbler was required and it is now in front of me. The pages are fresh and there are many. The cover is presentable and firm, strong enough to protect the words within, at least for a time. A notebook records time, page-by-page, day by date.
   A new notebook is inspiring, or as inspiring as you make it. Right now, with me, any form of inspiration is welcome.

11/17/2023                                                                                                   j.g.l.

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