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"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)
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"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” "I am often asked where I get my ideas from. It's a very good question and one I always feel I should be able to answer. And yet, I struggle.
How can I not know? I think it's because there are many ways, some clearer than others. I walk around with a notebook, and for many months before writing a book I observe and listen, taking down turns of phrase, single words, quotes from poems or books, snippets of conversation, or clipped articles from magazines and news reports. I often liken it to a pointillist work of art. Putting a dot of an idea here, another there. Some large, some tiny." Louise Penny, A World of Curiosities, Acknowledgements "Not so long ago we were never checking anything in our hands, scrolling down, pecking with a finger, obsessively tuning in. My entire childhood did not involve a single deletion. These are relatively new acts on earth.
In those archaic but still vivid days, there might be a meandering walk into trees, an all-day bike ride, a backyard conversation with pines, a dig in the dirt, to find our messages. When we got home, there was nothing to check or catch up on - no one speaking to us in our absence. " ~ Naomi Shihab Nye |
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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
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Enquire Within
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Keeping
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