The Art of Marginalia: Capturing Thoughts in Books

The author discusses their practice of annotating books with marginalia, seeing it as a way to capture thoughts, questions, and connections while reading. These annotations create a personalized record of their responses to the text, akin to preserving life’s moments through photographs or letters, revealing individual perceptions that may not resonate with others.

Whether a marginal note, comment, reference, or illumination, books I have read multiple times will be adorned. I know. I hear the muffled voices, “You do NOT write in books. Just does NOT happen.” I must admit that many of the books in my library have been adorned with marginalia.

These notes are questions I capture as I read. To be answered later or serve as rhetorical questions requiring contemplation of the passage. They are links to other passages, definitions, or exemplars. There are multiple entries along the margins. Reading a book at different times will evoke similar or different comments. The passage evolves into an annotated and personally curated artifact. It links ideas in a continuum. Alternatively, it adds a deeper and more interconnected journal of my reaction to a specific passage.

Several books in my library are embellished with that and much more. Some have note cards, newspaper clippings and pieces of paper between a page here and there. My own PKM, I guess.

None of these personally illuminated texts find their place anywhere except my library. Their use, relevance and even meaning elude some. It is a glimpse into how I read a book. You start to see my thought processes, my responses to the passages and get a glimpse into me. You comprehend my marginalia. Or you dismiss it all as doodles on the page.

All that being said, it’s like life. We each have an annotation in our lives. Sometimes, it exists and is preserved in a photograph. Sometimes, by letters we send and those we get. It all makes sense to you. But to others, it just doesn’t click.

A little Thoreau

The post reflects on the beauty and significance of each morning, emphasizing the opportunity for renewal and presence. It highlights a memorable sunrise in New Mexico, encouraging a focus on the present rather than the past. The author also quotes Thoreau, reinforcing the idea of awakening to new possibilities each day.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and may I say innocence, with Nature herself. -Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854.

Not sure how you approach the morning, but let me share mornings from where I watch. I’ve seen sunrise in New Mexico that just confidently welcome the day. A bright array of colors starts slowly peeking over the horizon. It is such a spectacle of visual elements that missing it would seemingly deprive you of the blessings from God.

Sunrise in New Mexico. November 29, 2024, 6:23 AM.

Sunrise in New Mexico on November 29, 2024 was one that just made me see even more evidence of the start of the day. The series of events that must occur. Surely this can be our best invitation to welcome and start the day.

Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. – Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

As the day begins anew with the rising of the sun, and the setting of the moon, there should be, I believe, a likened event where each day is a new opportunity, I could easily dwell on the past; what worked, what didn’t, opportunities taken, and missed. As a Christian, my focus should not be my past, but my present – what am I doing now. Not what I plan to do later.

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854.

We know that daybreak occurs. Ready or not, the sun also rises. To wake each day, to reawake day after day; as the sun rises so to do we.

( Sunset follows in the next post )

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So much to say, but …

Never could have seen or imagined things occurring here, and now. It was just yesterday. Maybe this past weekend. Time just blurred.

I have worked for many employers over many years. From a local grocery store, newspaper delivery, fast food chains, local restaurants I have seen many jobs come and go. Some were short-term and others were longer; employment depended at times on the bosses, scheduling and personal goals.

Serving my country a Soldier in the United States Army helped me understand and serve with duty and honor. Living overseas gave me opportunities to learn, immerse in local cultures, holidays, food and appreciate differences rather than denounce them. I served with a wide swath of American society. No one was better than anyone. No assignment or task was assigned by some nefarious means. We served together.

We all took the same oath. to serve the country, and follow the orders of an office, and not a party or person. This was the start of learning how to serve. And this soon became a part of me.

Being employed in universities affirmed the role of service. Lastly as Dean of the University Library service was keenly a part of my tenure. As I served on several organizations I found more comments as I encouraged others in their employment. Helping and simply listening were commonplace with me and were important for so much.

And that brings me to the current topic. I have never asked political stance, religious affiliation or loyalty to a person. I am not comfortable being asked nor will I answer the same. This day loyalty, or more specifically fealty, is infused in the news of the day.

Let me state that I am a Christian, knowing that judgment belongs to God alone. Not choosing to sound off-putting, I have friends who have been marginalized or dismissed and persecuted for their beliefs, parents, social status, orientation and any petty distinction.

Some of the connections to the hostile, the decisive, and the marginalized must be re-examined. This may be a time to make a disconnect and connect elsewhere.

Reviving Old Shed Doors: My Journey

The author reflects on their old shed doors, which became bowed and detached over time. Initially sturdy, the doors were eventually replaced after nearly 25 years. They ponder what to do with the heavy, worn doors, describing them as both cumbersome and a nostalgic reminder of the past.

It’s just something that I stop and think about. These are the doors that were on my shed. Heavy and solid. Over time, they started to bow. They pulled away from the screws that held the hinges to the shed. They were not working as well as they did in the past. My best guess is that the shed was built in 2000. So, it has been up for almost a quarter of a century. And with the weather here in Western Indiana, it has fared well. I did replace them with new-er constructed doors.

What do you do with the older doors? I can’t use them; they are heavier than I can safely maneuver. Two six foot doors. Worn blue gray paint. Heavy hinges. A portal to the past. Looking for two doors?

Embracing Blessings: A Reflection on a Busy Thursday Morning

And here we go! Thursday morning, and this is shaping up to be a busier than normal sort of day. More to do this day than others. But it’s also a day that I choose to celebrate all of the blessings I have been fortunate to get. It can be easy, almost second-nature, to miss so much of life. I can remember the days before the cell phone, streaming television, round the clock news, and even computers. It would be difficult, if not impossible, to have a blog in the days of the typewriter! And inspite of all of the technology, I think I’ve been fortunate.

The sun should be slowly appearing in the East horizon. I think I’ll grab a cup of coffee and watch this day unfold.

Turn off the technology. Or simply set it to mute, and watch the sun announce this day. How have you been blessed? Share your blessings on this day.