Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • contentment

    even the night
    holds promise
    even as you wake
    even impeding daylight
    holds secrets
    you won’t admit

    even the colours
    provide comfort
    even in the darkness
    even if it won’t last long
    contentment
    if only for a moment

    11/03/2022                                                             j.g.l.

     

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    It has been, or remains to be, a season of waiting.
       Deep frost has only arrived and only enough to remind us what is to come.
       November is tomorrow.
       For weeks now the leaves on the trees have ever so slowly been shifting from green to yellow, occasionally reddish-orange (with a hint or brown), but for the most part the canopy of colour remains overhead in the park I choose to wander through daily.
       Yes, I have noticed the scattered leaves on the pavement – as I do each autumn – but this year it seems I keep waiting for that change.
       We need the seasons to remind us what is to come and what was there, or where we were. Each period of the year is incremental.
       If our life is not measured by days, it is marked by the seasons.
       It becomes personal.
       I feel, this year, like I am not undergoing any sort of obvious transformation.
       It is not for lack of trying.
       It is not that I am unmotivated.
       It is, perhaps, that I need to feel where I am before stepping forward.
       It is not progress but it is required to mark my place and hold it, just a little while longer.
       Maybe I am not ready for change?

    10/21/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

  • haiku 4 you

    heartwarming colour
    suspended autumn nation
    lasting impression

    10/28/2022                                                                   j.g.l.

  • thoughts

    A pencil casts a shadow
    across the page, the process,
    and your life. You write
    because you have something
    to say, moments to capture, and
    thoughts that simply come to you.
    If you don’t write them down,
    what will you remember?
    Will it matter?
    Will it make a difference?

    10/25/2022                                                                              j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    It’s graffiti I have been walking by almost daily for a couple of months; a message of protest from the days leading up to Ontario’s last provincial election in June.
       The message disturbed me then, as it does now. The words “Don’t Vote” go against what I believe in and strike at the core of democracy and our right to participate in the process.
       The message, then, seemed to strike a chord with a majority of Ontario residents and less that 45 percent of eligible voters bothered showing up at the polls in June. As a result, we ended up with a majority Conservative government whom, among other things, seem intent on stripping down a healthcare system already in crisis and gutting public education.
       Ontario is not getting the government it needs (and deserves) because people didn’t exercise their rights.
       Today is  municipal Election Day in Ontario and, if advance polls are any indication, we seem headed towards disgustingly low voter turnout.
       Now municipal elections, traditionally, never seem to get the attention they deserve anyway, and that bothers me. These votes, directly, affect where and how you live. Votes today are about the community you should care about. Mayors, city councils and school trustees control a great deal of tax revenue and influence decisions going well beyond the four-year terms they are elected into.
       Your vote matters; so vote, if you care.
       Don’t vote if you don’t care, but be assured not voting is more of a problem than it is a solution.

    10/24/2022                                                                                j.g.l.