For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
– T.S. Eliot
I have been overwhelmed by the centuries of history that exist documented on this continent compared to home. We see stone circles in the countryside constructed as a celestial calendar for worship over 5000 years ago, stroll through church grounds that were founded over 1000 years ago, descended underground in Edinburgh to walk streets and enter homes that existed over 600 years ago, discovered this gravestone in rural Scotland of an 100 year old man.
It is a miracle to have lived a full century so long ago. It is a miracle to have lived at all.
It feels a miracle to be alive now, witnessing all that I have in my relatively short time on earth.
I make a beginning each day, to be more than just another voice, striving to transcend last year’s words.