Category: Margie’s Musings

Dear TSJ Friends, Our TSJ muse Solomon is joining me in a musing about how Ms. Margie is learning to say “bye-bye” and experience its various meanings from her newest “life teacher” (whom you have heard about a lot in this past year). While many of us have experienced those most difficult good-byes in our lives that come through losing loved ones or pets, tonight we are not talking about that kind of good bye (grief) . . . though it is real and lingers in our hearts. This post is about the perpetual act of saying daily goodbyes.  And I

Dear TSJ Friends, Since I didn’t get this letter out on time yesterday … it is simply a Margie Musing instead of Wednesday Wisdom and mostly light – hearted. Remember to click on the green header for easier reading! Can you believe we are entering another school year already?  Many of you are teachers and most all of us are parents and grandparents. Solomon and I want to wish you many joyful surprises this school year as you love and serve children everyday! Speaking of children . . .  today is a celebration for Tom (in heaven) and me still

Dear TSJ Friends, Happy Friday the 13th! Today is obviously not Wednesday, my usual day of writing for TSJ.  But our muse Solomon assured me that it would be fine to write a “Margie’s Musing” any day of the week. (He likes the word “musing” of course.) Solomon has been worried lately that I would put him out to pasture. You will learn why as you read.     Meanwhile, this quote by Mark Nepo in his book Seven Thousand Ways to Listen, Staying Close to What is Sacred, caught my eye and sets the stage for today’s stories.        

Dear TSJ Friends, Greetings! I was reminded this morning that God’s Love and Mercies are new everyday.  So I hope you are enjoying it! The parent journey is one of love and learning from being parented to being parents.  This musing reflects a shift of perspective with age and understanding.    MOM’S TATTERED DRESSES HOW I SAW IT THEN For a few years my mother often wore tattered house dresses. I mean sometimes they had such large ragged holes under each arm her undergarments showed.  The holes were most unattractive in my child mind. My mother was a busy, hard

Dear TSJ Friends, Sometimes a thing is just a thing.  Like a duck is just a duck.  Or an advertisement is just an Ad. Other times a thing is more than a “thing.”  More than just an object.  It is a message.   For example, today as we were out running errands a business van drove alongside us at the stoplight.  I looked up only to see this large business van had a saying sprawled across the entire side.  You couldn’t miss it.  I mean . . . it was painted in very large letters!  (Although, now that I say

(Remember to click on the green header to bring up an easier-to-read format on your mobile devices.) Dear TSJ Friends, Today I am indulging a fantasy. What if we were given a choice to be a certain body part in order to create a whole human being? What part would you choose to be?  For example, would you be an elbow or a mouth?  An ear? Why? Sometimes my old brain does funny things such as musing about common topics in odd ways.  I know. I recognize it in myself.  I hope it will at least amuse you a little and