Monday Ponderings {June 19th}

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

πŸƒWednesday Wonders πŸƒ

Two favorite summer wild flowers/weeds! β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️ Birds-foot Trefoil and Crown-Vetch🌿🌿🌿

There’s wonder all around us…

Listening… β€œTake Two” by BTS, in honor of their 10th anniversary celebration πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

Reading…blog post here: Ponderings from the Inglenook β˜•οΈπŸ«–πŸ°β™₯️

Watching… has anyone watched this web series based on Jane Austen’s Emma? I’m very curious!

Noticing… my clothesline and beauty even during a drought!

My BTS love is unexplainable πŸ˜‚, and someone told me it is my tame midlife crisis. πŸ€£πŸ€“ I think finding them during covid places them in a special place in my heart. Weirder things happened during covid than me getting into one K-pop band. πŸ˜΅β€πŸ’«πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‰πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ
Coffee with a beloved sister β™₯️

What are some wonders you’ve noticed lately? I’d love to hear in comments! I’m so grateful for LIFE more abundant!πŸ’œβ™₯οΈπŸ’œπŸŒΏπŸŒΏπŸŒΏ

Monday Ponderings {May 29th}

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™₯️🌿 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™₯️🌿Just 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™₯️🌿and dearer to us than any beauty on the earth or in the heavens will become the thought –

β€œOf Jesus, sitting by Samaria’s well,

Or teaching some poor fishers on the shore.” β™₯️🌿

Charlotte Mason, Ourselves, Book 2, p. 91-92

Monday Ponderings {May 15}

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, β€œopen as the day.” 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, β€œSimplicity” essay, Scale How Meditations

Monday Ponderings {Happy May 1st πŸŒΈπŸŒ·πŸŒΏ}

…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

Monday Ponderings {April 10th}

Resurrection Sunday β™₯️

…lead by slow degrees, by ever-watchful efforts, by authority never in abeyance and never aggressive…authority is not only a gift, but a grace…

Charlotte Mason, excerpts from School Education, p.22-24

Joy Journal {April 5th}

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 children’s 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 else’s 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€’

Monday Ponderings {March 6}

…Lord of my merry cheers,

My grey that turns to gold,

And my most private tears

And comforts manifold,

β€˜Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.

excerpt from β€œBrooding Blue” by Amy Carmichael

||nourishing newness||

release your hold,

your icy grip off of

Saint Valentine’s 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.