Our search must be for the grains of gold, and, as we amass these, we shall live and walk in the continual intimacy of the divine Love, the constant worship of the divine Beauty, in the liberty of those whose the Truth makes free.
Charlotte Mason, Ourselves, Book 2, p. 187 🌲
~drift~
I took the stack of ‘not for sale’ notes
from the kitchen counter
I float freely, clutching them
wondering which of all
my memories
will get packed away
or $1.99’d at the yard sale
who puts monetary value
on mothering moments
tears, grubby-fingered gifts?
The sandy Texas whelk shell,
the lone star-shaped button
from that one Marshall’s skirt,
will these be for sale?
They haven’t even touched the shelves
of my tattered friends, dog-earred, wrinkled.
Is it all reduced to trash to be
talked and hashed over?
The Post-Its crumple a bit
in my filmy grip.
I peek out the sun-bleached,
red gingham curtains and see
a crowd of crow-clad mourners,
truly all that’s left behind that’s-truly true,
all that love huddled on that hill.
All the dregs, threads, life
will be packed up, garbage-bagged.
The Post-Its flutter to the floor.
I’m back in my pine box.
Songs being sung.
Soul not sold, bought with blood,
drifting off.
Memories Post-It-seared on Souls.
Not for sale, ever.
~A.M. Pine
{If you are interested, read here for this series Piece #1 and origin story.}
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
A.M. Pine - Hearth Ridge Reflections 