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"I invite you, therefore, in the name of the Church, to the observance of a holy Lent…"Ash Wednesday Liturgy, Book of Common PrayerIsn't this notebook beautiful? Today I am grateful for the practice of Lent and One Hundred Days of Keeping and people who look long and feel passionate enough to keep a record. Ash Wednesday is just around the corner (February 18, 2026) Who's up for a new (or newly loved) notebook?? This year I am going to be combining my love of Alphabet books with a gratitude practice a friend told me about at Thanksgiving...each morning gathering thankfulnesses from A-Z on one page from the day before. Let us know in the comments what kind of notebook you'd like to keep this year. And even if it feels daunting, and the notebook doesn't materialize, know the desire is the important part. On the fence? See One Hundred Reasons.
"But if being a follower of Christ invites us to be Christ’s hands and feet, are we not also Christ’s eyes?" ~ Diana Butler Bass (on Epiphany) "Only one clear quality marks an action as either good or evil: If it increases the amount of love in the world, it is good. If it separates people and creates animosity among them, it is bad. "
- Leo Tolstoy A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam; Only where He was homeless Are you and I at home; We have hands that fashion and heads that know; But our hearts we lost - how long ago! In a place no chart nor ship can show Under the sky's dome. This world is wild as an old wives' tale, And strange the plain things are, The earth is enough and the air is enough For our wonder and our war; But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings And our peace is put in impossible things Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings Round an incredible star. To an open house in the evening Home shall men come, To an older place than Eden And a taller town than Rome. To the end of the way of the wandering star; To the things that cannot be and that are, To the place where God was homelsss And all men are at home. - G.K. Chesterton Winter Poem
When the geese are flying south And the sky is grey, my dears, Close your eyes, and lift your nose; Listen with your careful ears. Feel the winter coming on, Hear it in the crackling trees; Note the crisping, quivering wind Sharply snapping at their leaves. Feel it on the windowpanes – Chilly glass on fingertips – Mark the biting of the air, Heated breath on numbing lips. See it in the early eves, In the glowing sunset where Shadows of the naked trees Rattle in the biting air. Watch the nuthatch and the wren; They know it is time once more To abandon careful nests, As they’ve done each year before. Let it rest upon your face, Let it reach and pull you in. See how pretty nature is When she ushers winter in. ~ Barbara Vance Excerpt from the poetry collection “Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain” |
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A wee explanation: this website was created as a way to amplify the daily surprise of seeing glory in one small life. The notebook entries represented here are all selected from things actually lived and noted on paper in an effort to live the full life British educator Charlotte Mason so ably championed.
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Book Of Centuries
Book Of Firsts
Church Year
Commonplace
Copywork
Enquire Within
Fortitude Journal
Gratitude Journal
Keeping
Music Notebook
Nature Notebook
Notebooks
Picture File
Poetry
Prayer Journal
Recipes