Coming Late to Ambleside Online – some thoughts on the high school years

      One ship sails East,And another West,By the self-same winds that blow, 'Tis the set of the sailsAnd not the gales,That tells the way we go.   Like the winds of the seaAre the waves of time,As we journey along through life,'Tis the set of the soul,That determines the goal,And not the calm … Continue reading Coming Late to Ambleside Online – some thoughts on the high school years