Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    The sun is just coming up, the weather is especially pleasant for this time of the year and the 10-day forecast indicates it will stay that way for quite some time.

       Not a drop of rain is expected for the foreseeable future and these summer-like temperatures, even through the nights, will continue.

       There are better days ahead.

       My morning coffee is bold and sweet — sort of like me — and, for the most part, my schedule is clear enough to allow me to take advantage of where I am. It’s a good place to be.

       I have a few things I need to do but, more so, I have a lot of things I want to do. I hope this mindful mood will allow me to get them done.

       Optimism is a wonderful thing, and it is easily obtained if you permit yourself to believe it is possible.

    09/16/2024                                                                                                      j.g.l.

  • we can’t remember

    We won’t admit
    we share the pain.
    We tell ourselves
    again and again
    we are different.
    We don’t know
    what anyone feels,
    or how anyone
    deals with this now.
    We can’t remember.
    We don’t know
    how to behave
    like we used to.

    © 2021 j.g. lewis

  • cloud songs

         Days, weeks, then months 

         and years drift by. 

    Not always noticeable, or even 

    memorable, the time behind us 

    simply accumulates.    All in all, 

         the sum of its parts leads to 

         a life well-lived, if you take  

                 a moment to notice.

     

    09/10/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l. 

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    It’s not about height

    or breadth, or depth.

     

    It is all about perspective.

     

    What limits you?

     

    How far can you see?

     

    To what end do you

    appreciate what is in front of you?

     

    Looking back is hindsight

    and you have already been there.

     

    Change your point of view.

     

    Look up.

     

    Don’t overlook opportunities.

     

    What are your limits?

     

     

     

    09/09/2024                                                                                                                         j.g.l.

     

  • within

       Secrets are rarely as heavy as 

       the weight we assign to them.

           The gravity of circumspect

       plays out, time and again. It is 

       what we carry as we decide 

       what crosses, or is held within, 

       our moral divide.

           Sit with it for a while, moved 

       only when memory comes into 

       play; last night, or the other, or 

       any other day.

     

    09/05/2024                                                                                      j.g.l.