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

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

It’s not nothing

I would like to think it is nothing, at least I’d like to try. I know I can’t, but I will fool myself into believing it was less than what it is (I’m gullible that way).
   Still I know, deep down, it was more than what I was expecting. Certainly it was more than what I was prepared for.
   It’s always something; really, anything is.
   There is something in anything, worthwhile or not, that captures your imagination or sends your soul circling.
   Nothing matters then.
   It is always more than what you were counting on, even when there is nothing to compare it to.
   Always unlike anything else, you try to twist and turn it into something familiar, or something you can relate to, all the while knowing that nothing has been like that, or felt like this: ever.
   Yeah, it’s like that.
   It’s not nothing, but it can’t be everything. . . or maybe it is.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

a deeper conversation

Ever the questions, 

no response, until now. In the wake 

of all that happened all that time ago; 

even recently, as details were 

unearthed convincingly.

Negligently we accept responsibility 

for secrets and sins unacknowledged.

The government, the Church, 

the children. The shock of it all. 

Tears now stain history books. Truth.

A deeper conversation. 

We talked about it, yesterday.

Too long society, 

more specifically “we”, have turned

a blind eye to ways of a world 

we thought we never knew.

Lord knows what they were thinking 

and did nothing.

 

10/01/2024                                                                                                             j.g.l.

 

speculation

Nothing like yesterday, or 

the day before. Our lives still 

hang in the balance between

what we do not understand

and all we are not prepared

to acknowledge.

Suspended speculation, this

continuum continues to exist. 

Surely there will be others, 

but nothing like this day.

 

10/08/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

waiting

What are you waiting for?

I’m listening.

 

10/06/2024                                                                                                                              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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Satisfying a certain desire

Posted on July 24, 2024 Leave a comment

Over the past couple of months, just before summer blessed us with its presence, I’ve been painting, or sketching; illustrating where I am, or have been.

I’ve been doing it because I can — more in terms of the time I have, rather than the talent — pretty much daily. It is what I need to do…I feel, or I think. 

So I do.

I have been painting every summer since the pandemic set in. Didn’t we all seem to have a little extra time when our worlds seem to shut down, and we became more socially isolated?

August 2020 marks the beginning of what I call my practice of ‘non-judgemental art’. Every couple of days, through the entire month, I’d climb on my bike and ride to the lakeshore where I painted what is now an overly familiar scene. I found it interesting how the same tree, nearby lake and distant island could appear so different each time I returned. Influenced by the sunshine, clouds, and even one day rain, I began to observe differently than I have in the past.

The next summer I took up oil painting (again). It had been years since I messed around with linseed oil, and more permanent pigment than the watercolours or acrylics I have dabbled in over the years. I took oil painting lessons once, maybe as a teenager, but found the medium took a lot more patience than I had at the time. It was messy. 

Then, I was not old enough to appreciate the studied application of oil on canvas, so I stepped away thinking it would be something I would pick up when I was an adult, or I was older.

I guess, a few years back I realized I was now older (still not “mature”).

With all that’s’ been happening, and as I’m slowly preparing to move away from Toronto, and as all my art supplies have been packed away, I still felt the need to paint. It is, after all, summer.

So, I bought a set of watercolours and an assortment of papers, then some crayons, and pastels: simple stuff, I thought, that would summon both my enthusiasm and ever-present desire to create. Since then, the pages of my journal have been more filled with “art” as opposed to poetry and the rants and ramblings that come with writing every damn day.

The paint, in many ways, is satisfying a certain desire.

I try not to overthink it; which is what I pretty much do with anything: think. I over think. I experiment with styles and mediums (on a more recent trip to an art supply store I purchased India Ink with a pen and nib) and began to let the moments take me where I feel I need to go.

It is silently satisfying, even meditative. It is, at its core, self-care (or self-love), and self-discovery; at least nurturing a restless soul.

It is nothing like what I imagined: it is more.

I am reminded, again ,of a realization I came to almost a decade ago: Art is not the result, it’s the reason.

For me, art is not about chasing perfection or meeting expectations. Art is more about spending time with your self. That’s important. It matters.

Art matters.

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

Finding the purpose

Posted on July 17, 2024 Leave a comment

The card makes it look so easy.

   A handout, with detailed instructions, entitled HOW TO MEDITATE provides a step-by-step guide to mindful meditation, listing the many common benefits on the reverse side.

   I have tried to meditate in the past; I’ve made a conscious effort to calm myself, and clear my mind, but never have I been able to achieve the intended results. I retrieved the card from the tiny little neighbourhood library thinking these instructions would be more useful than those I have attempted in the past.

   This card, or this style of meditation suggested using a chair, in a quiet spot where I won’t be disturbed, for a few minutes. It appealed to me because I could never ger comfortable in a cross-legged position for any length of time. Despite my ability (and enough flexibility) to conquer the 26 postures and two breathing exercises required of Bikram yoga, folding my legs into a criss-cross pattern has forever been uncomfortable for me.

     So, grounding myself in a chair should not present any problem. I thought. I can surely get comfortable for, at least, the five minutes suggested as the starting point for this style of meditation. I thought.

   After sitting comfortably in a chair, the instructions to FOCUS ON BREATH seemed easy. The breathing I have pretty much mastered through significant dedication to a continued yoga practice some years back. Again, I am reminded to focus on my prana, and feel the breath going in and out, my chest rising and falling with my thoughts.

   It is the thoughts I seem to have trouble with. 

   Step 5 on the card says to NOTICE THOUGHTS THAT ARISE which is quite the opposite to yoga, where I have spent enough time in savasana to know that resting in a supine position is a more beneficial place to release thoughts that clutter the mind. If a thought arrives, I’ve been taught to let it go and release it with my breath.

   Even the 9-step meditation guide instructs me CALMLY LET THOUGHTS PASS AND COME BACK TO THE PRESENT, so what should I do with the thoughts I feel I need to meditate on?

   A conundrum, indeed. Confusing, at least.

   But it is only for five minutes, to start. It’s not a lot of time, and when I think of it, I’ve been able to sit for hours at my computer, or my desk, or in a coffee shop. So, maybe, using a chair for meditation makes sense.

   Though it doesn’t feel productive, to me.

   I have always thought my thoughts were better put to use writing, or thinking, or composing poetry. I can even sit in a car in traffic (for much longer) and let my thoughts flow, even my anger, as the congestion that has become downtown Toronto truly tests my patience.

   Patience is not one of my strong suits, and this search for wholeness, authenticity, guidance and mindfulness will surely test me. It already has.

   Still, I try. And I keep trying.

   I’ve tried before, I’ve tried many methods, but have yet to master meditation. Is it something that can be mastered, even with an observant mind like mine: always active, always searching for answers, always trying to find the point of it all.

   Maybe meditation is not about finding the purpose, but simply allowing myself to think about it.

   Perhaps that itself is something to meditate, or pontificate, on.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

Artifice

Posted on July 10, 2024 Leave a comment

Is it even truth if you are not prepared

to hear the depth of details? Never.

 

We live with lies daily. Conspiracy theories 

and counterfeit counterpoints. Fallacy.

 

Fake news from another point of view,

the source or speaker deceitful. Artifice.

 

Can you look past the mask of indifference?

Will you recognize what is real? Rarely.

 

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

a little more pride

Posted on July 3, 2024 Leave a comment

Dear Mr. Politician,

   This is not “your” flag. This is our flag: it belongs to all Canadians.

   It is not your brand, but our identity: a definition of who we are determined by where we live. Citizenship has its benefits, as well as concerns.

   This past Monday, as Canadians from coast-to-coast-to-coast celebrated Canada Day, I was offended by the paper, hand-held flags freely distributed amongst the crowd at a local celebration. It is a simple flag: a brilliant red maple leaf with a bold red strip to each side, miniature, but still effective; a flag designed to be waved with pride. Nowhere was this more obvious than Monday’s event; and there were many such gatherings throughout both this city and wonderful country.

   It was, at first, a rather joyful sight to see people walking about the park with these bright symbols of our country. Then, upon closer inspection of one of the flag’s two sides, was the name of a politician, his position and website address.

   I was shocked. 

   As a proud flag-waving Canadian, I have never been more offended (even disgusted) by the use of our national symbol. For as long as I have known — as first instructed by my mother, then primary school teachers, and later by a few wise old veterans — you do not write on a flag. Anywhere.

   You sir, and I’m not naming names because the obvious speaks for itself, have defaced an emblem I have grown up learning to respect.

   Now I’m sure you are not the only politician to consider yourself important enough to include your name on our flag (there are so few politicians you can accuse of original thought) but as an elected representative, you are here to set an example. You should know the rules. If unfamiliar, please check out the government website  www.canada.ca where you will find the section ‘Do’s and don’ts when displaying the flag’:

“The National Flag of Canada should not be written on or marked in any way…”

   You sir have made a mark on our collective dignity. You are not the only one.

   Later in the day, I came across a lawn sign, the size of which is displayed at election time by any brand of politico wishing to represent this country. Again, the brilliant and highly identifiable Maple Leaf emblem could be seen blocks away. As I walked closer, I saw that included along the bottom of the placard was the name of another politician, like he was important enough to be publicly viewed as a footnote on our flag.

   Again, I was offended. 

   Now, given its firm base of corrugated plastic material with metal spikes driven into the grass, it is not a flag per se: but simply a sign, not designed to be waved or held high. Nonetheless, its dimensions and exacting proportions prove the sign to be a flag in another form.

   The Canadian flag is a brand; respected world-wide (as are its citizens) as being fair, just, friendly (polite) and accepting. By slapping your name along the bottom of the sign, you are unjustly attempting to make it “your” brand. 

   You are using this symbol of freedom and equality as marketing material. By doing so, you have elected to use this as your logo, and in doing so have removed the flag’s dignity and integrity.

   The Canadian flag is much more than a common logo. 

   Please Mr. Politician, show us a little more pride and a little less self-importance.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

longevity

Posted on June 26, 2024 Leave a comment

What will you ask of me? What can I ask of myself?

Loyalty is often full of scrutiny, even for me. Beware.

I knew enough about you to know the little I do.

Co-dependent, confused contradictions, soften our

virtues and values, moral superiority, questions even 

I cannot answer about myself, certainly of thee.

 

What emotions have you survived? Have you truly 

known a ride and die? What of the detours you didn’t 

see coming? Then, I felt you deserved more; even an 

excuse or explanation, but someone else had other ideas. 

The levity and longevity of any relationship formed over

time, will forever sit in the mind. If you think about it.

 

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis

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