🌿Wednesday Wonders🌿

The Golden Circle by Hal Borland, paintings by Anne Ophelia Dowden

There is wonder all around us…

Listening…my friend recently sang this song and sent me the music video. I’ve had it on loop. Thinking about my lasting influence. What truly will matter when I’m gone?

Reading‘Charlotte Mason and the Spirituality of Motherhood’ . Wow, lots of food for thought here.

Watching… lovely journaling inspiration here.

Noticing… little bits here there of life. Forget-Me-Nots ♥️♥️♥️ Little Free Libraries ♥️♥️♥️ Bare Feet on Warm Rocks ♥️♥️♥️ Little Bridges ♥️♥️♥️ Boys Sleeping in Sun-Soaked Hammocks ♥️♥️♥️ Tasha Tudor, Moomims, & New Thrifted Cookie Cutters ♥️♥️♥️

What are you listening to, reading, watching, & noticing? ♥️🥰🌿

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

🍃Wednesday Wonders 🍃

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

There’s wonder all around us…

Listening… “Take Two” by BTS, in honor of their 10th anniversary celebration 💜💜💜

Reading…blog post here: Ponderings from the Inglenook ☕️🫖🍰♥️

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 😂, and someone told me it is my tame midlife crisis. 🤣🤓 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. 😵‍💫🤷🏻‍♀️😉💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Coffee with a beloved sister ♥️

What are some wonders you’ve noticed lately? I’d love to hear in comments! I’m so grateful for LIFE more abundant!💜♥️💜🌿🌿🌿

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. ♥️🌿 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. ♥️🌿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; ♥️🌿and dearer to us than any beauty on the earth or in the heavens will become the thought –

“Of Jesus, sitting by Samaria’s well,

Or teaching some poor fishers on the shore.” ♥️🌿

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, “open 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, “Simplicity” essay, Scale How Meditations

Monday Ponderings {Happy May 1st 🌸🌷🌿}

…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 ♥️

…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}

•monochromatic children playing in school yard, black & bright splashes against the drab gray of early spring• puddles fizz-pluming under my tires•theater life, two children’s makeup-encrusted smiles, as they see me gazing up at them, role reversal•spring yard clean up, imprints left in the soaked grass• bags of purge waiting to be someone else’s treasure•ruddy grinning cheeks, watery eyes, runny noses, muddy springy play, cold wind grasping at straws•

•bookish mugs for bits & bobs, gifts from friends • soft-colored sticky tags, enough to share• splashes of color against red-brown brick• discussing Grapes of Wrath, sipping oat milk latte, and conversation with a sweet friend• foam heart on latte, day of small things• little boy with bandana, ninja, he says• blocks on book shelf in alternating pattern• epic soundtrack as I slip through gray countryside, just a hint of green under her skirts•an unexpected flash of stain glass•

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

Monday Ponderings {March 6}

…Lord of my merry cheers,

My grey that turns to gold,

And my most private tears

And comforts manifold,

‘Tis wonderful to me

That I am loved by Thee.

excerpt from “Brooding Blue” by Amy Carmichael