Seeing daffodils in January, following
a remarkably mild December, I am reminded of T.S. Eliot's opening
line to Little Gidding (1942):
'Midwinter spring is its own season'
The world and its season's are changing
and we need to change our expectations of it. As soon as we put aside
our blinkered views and prejudiced outlooks we can look forward to
new ideologies, traditions and discourse. To make a start sometimes we need to
make an end.
'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, Little Gidding, 1942)
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