Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • in the end

    This country, this continent, is on fire; flames raging across this world.
       Then there are the floods, hurricanes, and drought. Climate change, man-made or not, occurs naturally.
       It happens.
       All the debate over toxic waste and today millions of tons of treated radioactive wastewater was released into an ocean on the other side of this planet, compounding our fears over all things nuclear.
       The wars we know, out of control, loss of life the daily news; the politics of it all.
       The tsunami of these events, destruction and devastation, leading us closer to an end we are uncertain of. But we know it will come.
       Salvation now, as it has always been, is far more than a dream.
       How can we hope for better after decades of trying to avoid it all?

    08/24/2023                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    I keep, in the deep pocket of my packsack, a Swiss Army knife.
       Perhaps the ultimate resource for unexpected situations, the all-purpose pocketknife is regarded as the embodiment of multifunactionality and inventiveness.
       Well-used and familiar, my knife is always available when needed. Over the years it has opened cans of soup, bottles of beer and wine, sliced cheese and sharpened many, many pencils. I’ve adjusted components of my bicycle, and car, and tightened up plenty of loose screws. The flashlight has guided me through a few dark occasions.
       We are all like Swiss Army Knives.
       Folded up inside of us are tools and talents we require to get us through life, get us out of a jam, or cut our way through obstacles and situations we may have never thought we’d find ourselves in.
       Some of our features are not used as often as others, (or as often as they should be) but we need to remember they are there for us when needed.

    08/21/2023                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • at the time

    I took a few days away from my regular routine last week; unplanned but necessary.
        I didn’t even think about it, and I had been thinking too hard on what I had to do, or needed to do.
        It was valuable time. I didn’t even realize it at the time.
        My mind, my thoughts, had been spinning in all directions. I was, so to speak, directionless.
        I needed to find my direction.
        I needed to set my bearings.
        I’m not sure now I know exactly where I am going but, in taking time away, I have clearer thoughts on my purpose, or my perspective.
        It seems I have found my way without directly thinking about it.

    08/20/2023                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

        Searching for reasons.
           Why?
                 When?
       It is not finding the time,
         but finding
             the space. Physically,
    emotionally beyond a trace
    of the humanity you know
       is there and has been
       all along.
            Still you search.

    08/18/2023                                                                     j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Daylight slipping through the cracks

    above the curtains, a reminder of

    what kind of day it will be

    if you choose to let it in.

    The comfort of the night, once

    concealed in total darkness, now

    only a recent memory.

    Your circadian rhythm is already

    functioning on its own.

    It’s only natural. It is what it is, 

    any day but specifically today.

    Today matters.

    Dreams now safely tucked away,

    what will you do with the day?

    08/14/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.