Maria Popova has renamed her weekly post The Marginalian. I commend that you read about the name change and her writings as a whole. Simply click on the link.
She discusses writing in the margins of life which got me thinking about Grandmother Danielson’s Bible which is chock full of notes, attached articles, and most importantly what she was thinking. Historians bemoan the fact that we don’t write letters, notes, or in the margins of books anymore. My book club just finished Truman. What made the book special was that the author had unlimited access to Truman’s papers, notes, and letters. Such a biography about today’s Presidents will not be possible today.
But I digress. We all have stories, biographies, and history, but what is written in the margins of our life? For example, I know my father was an adamant opponent to guns. I was not even allowed a cap pistol growing up. Yet, he fought in two wars and carried and used firearms, I later discovered. What brought on his opposition to guns? I will never know, but somewhere that story is written in the margins of his life.
I spent a little time in meditation this morning thinking about my own margins. What has and will be written in the margins? I will probably think about this more than once.
I ask, “What has been written in your margins, and what would you like for your children and grandchildren to find?” It’s a good question.