
Light and life arise from the personal presence of our Lord.
Charlotte Mason, Scale How Meditations

Light and life arise from the personal presence of our Lord.
Charlotte Mason, Scale How Meditations

It was rather that as I came to know the children and to think of them as persons rather than names in my grade book, I forgot my reactions and began to love them. I suppose the principle was that the higher affection will always expel the lower whenever we give the higher affection sway. For me, it was letting love for the mountain children come in the front door while my preoccupation with bad smells crept out the rathole.
Catherine Marshall, Christy

The trunk of the tree grew thick as a wall. Anatole could not even see where it curved around to the other side. He looked up into the branches. No light broke through at the top. The tree grew into great darkness.
βItβs best not to think about the top,β said the north wind. βItβs best just to start climbing.β
Sailing to Cythera – Nancy Willard

Continuing my Lenten List of Gratitudeβ¦
21. reflection in my rich, delicious coffee and cream of the light above, the ripple and movement of it catching my eye in the early morning quiet
22. marking up seed catalog with stickies, my 12 yo and I, the hope of green growing things to come, something to look forward to and tend outside of ourselves

23. the pleasure of a 2 yo over thrifted shoes, velcro and camo cuteness for $3
24. this song

25. evening and morning of little nothings that are something with husband to reset – peanuts, journaling, talking by the river, seeing a duck break through the ice, weasel bounding across, Sandhills bugling, crows, and the waddle of returned Canada geese, chicken avocado salad, and long meandering drives through farm country
26. juicy pears

27. this unique show I found on YouTube- yes, low budget, predictable, but heartwarming. Based on a true story!
28. a church friend asking us over for lunch and her lovely cat Smokey climbing in my lap, purring and so affectionate

29. coffee catch-ups lately with lovely women
30. potty βtrainingβ to help me learn yet again to move at the pace of a small child, so sobering, infuriating, and endearing at the same time
What gifts have caught your eye lately? Iβd love to hear! πΏππΏ Lots of love, Amy

ββ¦Thy need is sown and rooted for His rainβ¦
Work on!β
George MacDonald, The Cloud of Witness, p. 153

Iβve been thinking about my blog here and what {exactly} it is I love about it. It has grown into an offering to Godπ more than anythingβ¦gratitude for the generous giving of otherβs words written, a whispered prayer of thanksgiving through photography {a photo often says something words cannot}. Itβs a tangible witness of the sheer love for the gifts of nature, poetry, writing, art ~all from the worldβs well of inspiration. To us, from them, to them, from us. So you could say gratitude + blogger = gratilogger? πΏβ₯οΈπΏβ₯οΈπΏβ₯οΈπΏ How βbout you? Do you ever feel this way also? Do you feel like bursting with all the beauty given to us? Why create? Why give in these ways? From the bottom of my heart, THANK goodness YOU create and give. I need it like air. πβ₯οΈπβ₯οΈ Thatβs all, Happy Saturday!

Looking at Stars
The God of curved space, the dry
God, is not going to help us, but the son
whose blood splattered
the hem of his motherβs robe.
Jane Kenyon β₯οΈ

Even though my church tradition doesnβt include the observance of Lent, I find the church seasons helpful in my faith walk. I hope to use Lent as a time of conscious gratitude, close attention, and a listening heart and spirit. β₯οΈ
1. Statues and their stories whispering in the sunlight
2. Used, magical bookshop filled with 40,000 dreams


3. 2,000 year old caves, drip-drips echoing, concentric circles of time, red ochre art of the past, both mysterious and timeless
4. Brokenness bringing the riot of beauty in the everyday out anew and afresh

5. Februaryβs Peace Poem project bringing so much more to me than what I gaveβ¦gifts do that often, donβt they?

6. Meditating on these words from Wendell Berry, ββ¦But I aspire downward. Flyers embrace the air, and Iβm a man who needs something to hug. All my dawns cross the horizon and rise, from underfoot. What I stand for is what I stand on.β

7. Intricacies of nature, mind boggling
8. A little boy so concerned about his thumbs finding their way in his leather mittens

9. Beauty found in icy disappointment
10. Thinking on and thankful for this: β When people speak of a beautiful sunset, do they hurriedly riffle through a book of photographs of sunsets or go in search of a sunset? No, you speak about the sunset by drawing on the many sunsets inside youβ¦β Mr. Miyazaki goes on with more of this gorgeous thought in his book, Starting Point

May your Lenten journey or posture of prayerfulness be one of fruitfulness πΏπΏπΏ
Lots of love, Amy β₯οΈ

MAY I reach
That purest heaven, -be to other souls
That cup of strength in some great agony!-
Enkindle generous ardour, -feed pure love,-
Beget smiles that have no cruelty,-
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense!
So shall I join the choir invisible,
Whose music is the gladness of the world!
G. Eliot, The Cloud of Witness, p.136

Dying is easy; – keep thou steadfastly
The greater part, – to live and to endure.
~ H. Hamilton King, p. 123, The Cloud of Witness

βI do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.
C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet

βMost of us tend to belittle all suffering except our own,β said Mary. β I think itβs fear. We donβt want to come too near in case weβre sucked in and have to share it.β
Elizabeth Goudge, The Scent of Water