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 . . .

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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February 14
Posted on February 14, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

hugs and kisses
and more
 
       flowers   chocolates
      words of endearment
      or romance
 
                     for those so inclined
 
              love is expressed
              in so many ways
 
                     today above any other day
                     (though every day counts)
                     some days more than others
 
       show your love
       like it matters
 
                                it does

© 2024 j.g. lewis

 

Casual Collector
Posted on February 2, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

I like to say I collect postage stamps but dare not call myself a “stamp collector”.
   I’m not that organized. 
   I don’t have numerous albums sorted by year, country, and issue date, and rarely do I study the catalogues or updates from Canada Post to remind myself when the next issue is released.
   The term “philatelist” does not apply to me. I am more of a casual collector, tearing the circulated stamp off the corner of a letter or postcard and tucking it into one of several envelopes where stamps accumulate until I decide to do something with them. When I’m motivated, which is not often enough, I glue them into whatever journal I happen to be working in.
   I enjoy the art of, or on, the postage stamp that signifies a person, event or some significant piece of history.
   I know that a black history month stamp will be issued any day now, and that the post office will issue a new floral collection as it does every spring (we first must get there). The flowers are always favourites of mine. There are many other releases throughout the year to satisfy collectors, and I pick them up when needed. I correspond regularly with friends and family across the globe (some more often than others) and prefer to use the “special’ stamps” as opposed to the common issue. 
   I enjoy sending and receiving letters, I always have. Part of the enjoyment of a letter is not only news from others contained within, but first seeing the stamp and the postmark. It started when I was a kid, and I still get excited — it is one of my few geeky traits — when a letter arrives. It seems there are less and fewer letters arriving now than there was before.
   I suppose electronic communication has a lot to do with it; it is more convenient and less costly. But, a handwritten letter provides the kind of communication you don’t get from an email. 
   A letter, with a stamp, is far more personal.
   And appreciated.
   Over time, the written words and stories told in letter form become less relevant or memorable, but the stamp and postmark always remind you how important letters are. 
 
© 2024 j.g. lewis

All of this
Posted on January 24, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment


Movement, not always motion. Steadfast in  
my intentions, I will seek a deeper understanding, 
not always evident, or available, in the moment 

Somewhere not far behind these sullen thoughts, 
materialities of bygone days will eventually creep  
into patterns I wish to avoid. 

I have been here before, mentally or spiritually. 
Geographically it does not matter. 
The streets continue to blur on by.

Alone with my consideration or apprehension, 
I can only try to look beyond the days, behind 
shadows of the ever-present aftermath.

I am trying not to do anything I have done. 
Before. All of this. Still constant conviction 
haunts me, as it often does. 

Why should this evening be any different? 
Only the direction has changed. 
I am going to, instead of coming from. 

© 2024 j.g. lewis