
A king is not a king unless he reign; and a man is less than a man unless he will.
Charlotte Mason, Ourselves, Book 2, p. 140

A king is not a king unless he reign; and a man is less than a man unless he will.
Charlotte Mason, Ourselves, Book 2, p. 140

Thereβs wonder all around usβ¦
Listeningβ¦ βTake Twoβ by BTS, in honor of their 10th anniversary celebration πππ
Readingβ¦blog post here: Ponderings from the Inglenook βοΈπ«π°β₯οΈ

Watchingβ¦ has anyone watched this web series based on Jane Austenβs Emma? Iβm very curious!
Noticing⦠my clothesline and beauty even during a drought!





What are some wonders youβve noticed lately? Iβd love to hear in comments! Iβm so grateful for LIFE more abundant!πβ₯οΈππΏπΏπΏ

I will praise the name of God with a song,
And will magnify Him with thanksgiving.
Psalm 69:30

There is no personage of history whom we have the means of knowing so completely as we may know our Lord; and the object in our gospel reading should be, less to find words of comfort and admonition for ourselves, than to perceive with our minds and receive upon our hearts the impress of Christ. β₯οΈπΏ To know Him is life, and is the whole of life; and every thought of Him, walking in the cornfields, sitting weary by the well, moving among crowds or in solitary places, raising his eyes upon the multitude, taking by the hand the little maid, – every such living conception we get of Christ is life to us. β₯οΈπΏJust as, from the apparently casual touches of the painter, the living likeness grows, so, by laying upon the canvas of our hearts every apparently causal and insignificant detail about our Master, we shall by degrees gather a living vision of the Son of Man; β₯οΈπΏand dearer to us than any beauty on the earth or in the heavens will become the thought –
βOf Jesus, sitting by Samariaβs well,
Or teaching some poor fishers on the shore.β β₯οΈπΏ
Charlotte Mason, Ourselves, Book 2, p. 91-92

βIf anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.β
Jesus, John 7:37b-38

We say of some people, that they are perfectly transparent, a good and beautiful thing. We say, everything is clear as day about them. We call them sincere, that is, clear (as honey free from wax). We all value these people, βopen as the day.β They are shining as a clear, clean lamp, letting forth light. Do we ask ourselves- Have we this single eye? The answer is to be found, not in anxious enquiries into our motives and feelings, but in out-shining of the light in simple, humble, pleasant doing of that duty which comes next.
Charlotte Mason, βSimplicityβ essay, Scale How Meditations

β¦that most delicate and beautiful of human possessions, an educated conscience, comes only by teaching with authority and adorning by example.
Charlotte Mason, School Education, p. 129

β¦lead by slow degrees, by ever-watchful efforts, by authority never in abeyance and never aggressiveβ¦authority is not only a gift, but a graceβ¦
Charlotte Mason, excerpts from School Education, p.22-24

β’monochromatic children playing in school yard, black & bright splashes against the drab gray of early springβ’ puddles fizz-pluming under my tiresβ’theater life, two childrenβs makeup-encrusted smiles, as they see me gazing up at them, role reversalβ’spring yard clean up, imprints left in the soaked grassβ’ bags of purge waiting to be someone elseβs treasureβ’ruddy grinning cheeks, watery eyes, runny noses, muddy springy play, cold wind grasping at strawsβ’

β’bookish mugs for bits & bobs, gifts from friends β’ soft-colored sticky tags, enough to shareβ’ splashes of color against red-brown brickβ’ discussing Grapes of Wrath, sipping oat milk latte, and conversation with a sweet friendβ’ foam heart on latte, day of small thingsβ’ little boy with bandana, ninja, he saysβ’ blocks on book shelf in alternating patternβ’ epic soundtrack as I slip through gray countryside, just a hint of green under her skirtsβ’an unexpected flash of stain glassβ’


β’little bodies being compass roses, pointing arms northβ’almost 14 yo birthday gift buying, disconcertingly not little girl things anymore β’ shafts & shadows of longer sunlight β’shockingly orange chairsβ’ midwestern goodbyes β’surprise book won, Katherine Wentworth by D.E. Stevenson β’ reviewing, revamping, & renewing rhythmsβ’ charming nooks & cranniesβ’



What truth do I preach better than I practice?
Oswald Chambers

β¦Lord of my merry cheers,
My grey that turns to gold,
And my most private tears
And comforts manifold,
βTis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.
excerpt from βBrooding Blueβ by Amy Carmichael

release your hold,
your icy grip off of
Saint Valentineβs wrist,
Janus, you selfish giant you,
you two-faced, greedy,
grasper, holding at
arms length from us
your children, the hint
of green, your snowy
finger still extending
over the land, but your
days are numbered
white witch melt
warmth will rule
once more
A.M. Pine, originally for Peace Poem Project 2023. Drawing from this well.