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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

I; also me: first-person singular.
   It is personal.
   It is how I may view the world, but not as I might write about it.
   I look at what is there and how it affects me as much as the cause and effect of all that may be.
   But, it goes deeper.
   What remains underneath letters disguised as action, place, or point of view, is not lost, perhaps only hidden between the lines.
   Observation; no, self-observation is required, now and then, to check your path and see where you have been or where you might be going.
   Perhaps now is the time, as now is the present, and this may be as good a time as any to look a little deeper into me, myself, and I.
   It is necessary. Now.
   I feel it, but I don’t know why?
   I wrote, many years ago:
     I’m like a pencil;
     sometimes sharp,
     most days
     well-rounded,
     other times
     dull or
     occasionally
     broken.
     Still I write.
   A mantra as much as an explanation, it is personal. I still write, but (again) I must ask myself ‘why’ more as a process of understanding than of questioning.
   We all must wonder, at times, mustn’t we?
   Shouldn’t we all take stock of our movements and memories and emotions?
   I think this is a good time for me.

07/04/2022                                                                                                                              j.g.l.

The Entire Experience

As my world has opened up — and perhaps the sign that we are slowly getting back to some kind of normal — I’ve been able to get out to concerts recently.
   I’ve been to four concerts in the past three weeks, which is more than usual and not as much as I’d like.
   Friday night, I watched and listened to Go Go Penguin. The English jazz band is back to touring after the COVID lockdown we all went through. Seeing the tight trio working through new and old material in its powerful metronomic, if not hypnotic, sound was inspiring; to say the least.
   The crowd in the packed hall was delighted, appreciative, and supportive. You could feel the reciprocal vibe between the band and the audience. The energy was sustained the whole evening through.
   I was overwhelmed by the entire experience. There truly is nothing like live music.

07/03/2022                                                     j.g.l.

the time between

You are here.
What remains of what was
matters less and less as
distance replaces the time
between then and this.
That was then.
This is now.

06/30/2022                                                  j.g.l.

this country

Unity, or
diversity,
does not mean
conformity.
Each of us owns
hopes
and dreams;
they belong to us
individually, just as
we all belong
to this country.
Our views are
different,
but this country
is the
common bond.
Celebrate
where we are
and
who we are.
Accept
the differences
in yourself
and others.
We all share
the same sky.
Happy Canada Day.

j.g.l.

 

Try To Remember

It is too easy to get caught up in pushing through physical pain and trying to get to the point where you are feeling more like you. Often we become so concerned about the body that the mind, or spirit, is neglected.
   One part of you cannot be healed without the other.
   You need that balance.
   Maintaining equilibrium can be difficult when part of you is off. Mental health is health and needs to be nurtured as much as your body. When your spirit is low it feels more like you’ve got no place to go, no matter how hard you try to remember.

06/28/2022                                                                                 j.g.l.

Bearing Witness

I was fortunate over the past week, blessed even, to take in the stunning contemporary exhibition of art and artifacts currently on display at the Art Gallery of Ontario.
   The exhibition — a collection of collections — celebrates the art of everyday life in the moment, at the time, as it was; and the way it was.
   More than nostalgic, I AM HERE pulls at the memories of certain styles and trends, movements and moments.
   On display are lists, photographs, home movies, illustrations and paintings, sound and sights and everyday stuff culturally relevant to a history that makes us aware of whom we are now. You are not just viewing art; you are bearing witness.
   I AM HERE, a pandemic project by the AGO, is an exhibition that gets you thinking, feeling, and remembering. I’ve been twice, already, and will go back again (and again).

06/26/2022                                                                                        j.g.l.

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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Mindful Under The Full Moon

Posted on June 15, 2022 Leave a comment

I went out last night to look up at the full moon, but instead spent my time looking for it.
   The Strawberry Moon was to be a Super Moon, appearing brighter and closer than normal. The Strawberry Moon sort of ushers in summer, and the weather last night was warm enough to signal that it might be true.
   I took the elevator up to the rooftop of our building with the intention of sitting and staring for a while.
   Stillness, under the full moon, was not to be.
   The moon was not visible to me.
   Toronto’s growth continues upwards. Cranes and condominiums are everywhere, all the time. I notice this daily. Finding a patch of sunlight in downtown Toronto is becoming more difficult as the buildings get taller and the shadows grow longer.
   I had not noticed, or paid attention to, how the views had changed at night, until last night.
   The spot I intended on spending time in the moonlight — the exact spot where I stood and photographed the September 2015 lunar eclipse in all its glory —  would not serve me well.
   My view of the moon has been blocked. Residents of buildings that have been built over the past five years can now see the sights while I can no longer can.
   Not from here.
   I thought further through the night, the type of thinking a full moon can force you to do, and I began to thinking about where I am and questioning what I was doing here.
   I long to sit under the big sky and watch the moon, unobstructed, on a hot summer night.
   Maybe it is time I should become more mindful about doing that.

Om Shanti

Posted on June 11, 2022 Leave a comment

may your spirit
               find peace
   and your mind
receive the clarity due
with gentle thoughts
       guiding you
            through days
when clouds encroach
   on your sky
and trees cannot offer
      the comfort
                of a shadow
reach out for the light
   reach up
           and find
your own sunshine
        let it burn for all
   your hopes and with
all your strength
            and stillness
         om shanti

© 2016 j.g. lewis

 

Seeking Comfort

Posted on June 8, 2022 Leave a comment

 

I’ve not been sleeping well these past couple of years. I know I’m not the only one who has had a persistent plethora of pandemic concerns, but I’ve also been struggling with an issue that has dogged me even longer than that.

Fortunately, this “issue” has been “resolved” over the past few weeks, and I could literally feel the years of constant stress and aggravations dissolve. Still, I still wasn’t sleeping. Or rather, I was sleeping in fits and starts.

My favorite pillow, my old reliable, was once supremely comfortable. I’m not sure your favourite pillow starts out that way, yet over time you get used to where you lay your head each night, This particular pillow was the type you could lightly bunch up to read or watch television. I liked this pillow so much I ignored the other pillow on my side of the bed.

Times change, or pillows change, and (like each of us) they grow old.

So I bought a new pillow a few days ago after sensing the pain in my neck was more than continued mental strain. I have been restless too long. My neck was sore in the morning and the rest of my body was stiffer than it used to be.

I went to stores, studied the selection of pillows, and compared the models and with the same concentrated attention you would use to select a new pair of sneakers. I looked closely at the varying level of firmness, the materials used (debated natural over synthetic) and structure of the pillow.

I settled on “medium support” recommended for those who sleep on their backs or sleep on their sides. I do both, perhaps because I would often adjust myself in the middle of the night, continually trying to get comfortable. Realistically you would say I tossed and turned.

We are all looking for comfort, particularly at 3:13 a.m.

Saturday night I started my sleep on my back, drifting off after I began reading a book from a friend. I was still in that position when I woke up Sunday morning. Now, I may have adjusted myself in the night (I honestly don’t remember; it was that deep of a sleep) but I was on my back when I awoke. The next night was much the same. I woke calm and unconcerned. I felt comfortable, again, when I woke up on my back (again).

I believe I have found the comfort I was looking for. More so, I seemed to have found the comfort I needed (and deserve). I believe the new pillow is responsible.

I think we should all seek comfort in our lives and make the adjustments necessary to reach that goal.

You end your days on a pillow and begin them there as well. Shouldn’t the hours between be in your best interest? Your bed is the one spot where you spend a third of your life and you return to it daily. It’s only right that your bed remains comfortable in these days of disillusion and discomfort. When you are well rested, it should that make for betters days ahead.

Another Wednesday

Posted on June 1, 2022 // 2 Comments

Wednesday sits naked
         and ordinary
             waiting

between the bookends of restive Sunday
and social Saturday. The day is
       little more

than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
 treadmill. Indecisive and
     lonely

nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
happens
           on a Wednesday

and it’s the same each week.

© j.g. lewis

 

Sept 11/01, a Tuesday. London Subway bombings: July 7/05, a Tuesday, also July 21/05,
and also a Tuesday. Assassinations: John Lennon on a Monday, Martin Luther King Jr. a 
Thursday, and John F. Kennedy a Friday. Kurt Cobain’s body was discovered on a
Wednesday, but he chose his way out three days earlier. Nothing happens on a 
Wednesday.

There are fewer concerts mid-week, and opening night is never a Wednesday. They 
never open the Olympics on a Wednesday. Nobody gets married on a Wednesday.

Yet, each week, I choose Wednesday.

When I launched Mythos & Marginalia.com more than seven years ago, Wednesdays were all I planned.I had other thoughts, daily, but Wednesday was the day. I made that commitment.

I wrote every damn day, so I began filling up more than Wednesdays. Mondays became young Fridays, and there was a lot more going on than I originally thought, so here we are.

This is Wednesday and there is a new design to the page; it’s another challenge I will slowly figure out, yet that’s the same for any other day. But today is Wednesday and there is more to read and more to see.

And I’m sure there will be something more tomorrow.

-j-

 

 

Certainty

Posted on May 28, 2022 Leave a comment

   we litigate our sorrows

   mediate happiness

   negotiate contentment

barter wisdom for unsuspecting logic

 

did we stop

looking

for the trust

for the certainty

in what we know

   what we carry

 

   veiled imperfections

   spiteful recollection

   accepted resentment

the perseverance of inadequacies

 

as we keep

close

to the truth

to the familiar

to what we know

   what we carry

 

   compromised ethics

   unwritten guarantees

   pathetic promises

admit what you have lived through

 

© 2019 j.g. lewis

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