Nothing the matter with this baby seal; he's just resting. There were three police officers making sure he had wide berth at North Hampton Beach early this morning. Swimming in the sea is hard work!
"Do not let your head run upon that which is none of your own, but pick out some of the best of your circumstances, and consider how eagerly you would wish for them if they were not in your possession." -Marcus Aurelius via Charlotte Mason
I am cast upon a horrible desolate But I am alive, and not drowned,
island, void of all hope of recovery. as all my ship's company was.
I am singled out and separated, But I am singled out, too from all
as it were, from all the world to be the ship's crew to be spared from
miserable. death: and He that miraculously saved
me from death can deliver me from
I am divided from mankind, a But I am not starved and perishing on
solitaire, one banished from human a barren place, affording no sustenance.
I have no clothes to cover me. But I am in a hot climate, where if I
had clothes I could hardly wear
I am without defense or But I am cast on an island, where I
means to resist any violence of see no wild beasts to hurt me, as I
man or beast. saw on the coast of Africa. And what
if I had been shipwrecked there?
I have no soul to speak to, or But God wonderfully sent the ship in
relieve me. near enough to the shore that I have
gotten out so many necessary things
as will either supply my wants, or
enable me to supply myself even
as long as I live.
"Gratitude spreads his feast of joy and thanksgiving for gifts that come to him without any special thought of him on the part of the giver, who indeed may have gone from the world hundreds of years ago. Thus he says his grace for a delightful or helpful book, for a great picture, for a glorious day, for the face of a little child, for happy work, for pleasant places."
Charlotte M. Mason
"Virtue seen from below looks like nothing but sheer loss."
"Into the fabric of miracles he interwove even greater miracles."
-Saint Proclus, Bishop of Constantinople
"As I muse here, it occurs to me that we are not sufficiently grateful for the great symphony of natural sound which insects add to the natural scene; indeed, we take it so much as a matter of course that it does not stir our fully conscious attention. But all those little fiddles in the grass, all those cricket pipes, those delicate flutes, are they not lovely beyond words when heard in midsummer on a moonlight night? I like, too, the movement they give to the landscape with their rushes, their strange comings and goings, and their hoverings with the sun's brilliance reflected in their wings."
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.
Book Of Centuries
Book Of Firsts