Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • time to time

    Where do thoughts come from, the ideas and philosophies that seem to consume the mind from time to time? It could be enthusiasm or anxiety, free-flowing or firmly implanted in your psyche, civil unrest in the hardscrabble landscape of the brain. It marks our time, forbids us from seeing what we should and detracts from current realities and and ability to make conscious decisions.

    01/19/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Day by day, we often say, day
    by day by day. When we feel
    outpaced or out of place and
    the day simply hasn’t been all
    it should, and we haven’t been
    all we could. Any day, or even
    another day, we will do better;
    we often say as a promise or a
    pledge: can we really believe in
    what we say? Everyday, or any
    day, day by day by day by day,
    we hope (even pray) that today
    could be that kind of day.

    01/16/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.

  • A Particular Kind of Genius

    Two timelines, so many similarities; this book is a delightful comparison of two artists who have shaped popular culture.
       In Dickens and Price: A Particular Kind of Genius, author Nick Hornby makes you think about the creative process by exploring the parallel lives of these two profound creatives.
       If you are a fan of either Prince or Dickens (or both), this is a wonderful read.

    01/15/2023                                                                                     j.g.l.

  • come inside

       Please leave behind all
    that has arrived, as we slept, our
    minds impervious to the overnight
    intrusion on a landscape we have
    come to accept.
    We have conceded, even enjoyed,
    light rain to now. Shielded by
    umbrellas (if available), we have
    gone many days without sunshine,
    yet this winter’s warmth has
    allowed no accumulation of
    precipitation.
    Until this morning.
    Now the slush, sidewalk salt and
    simple inconveniences will
    follow us everywhere. Leave it
    outside, where it belongs.
    As you enter, stomp off your boots
    in that long-familiar dance favoured
    by rosy-cheeked children and elders
    not as nimble but more experienced
    with a lifetime of harsh winters.
    Remove your boots or
    those sopping sneakers and socks
    and come inside. By all means
    you are welcome, but leave the snow
    where it belongs and let our troubles
    accumulate out of doors.
    Surely there will be more.

    01/13/2023                                                                                     j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    Maybe now is not the time.

    Maybe silence is the best response
    for now . . .

    You will know

    when the time is right.

    You have an idea,

    don’t keep it inside
    too long; it is neither
    healthy nor convenient.

    If you hold it too long
    it may diminish
    its presence.

    Words unspoken
    have such little power.

    Use your voice
    when it is right,
    when it is clear;
    while it is still
    your voice.

    01/09/2023                                                                          j.g.l.