Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
T S Eliot — Four Quartets
I have recently turned 60, so I am slowly becoming an old man. As I have gradually ceased to be young, I have been moved and inspired by Eliot’s words, but it is so hard to explain what they mean to me, and how I see things through them.
I have worked all my life as a teacher, which is a daily exploration in itself, but now I have more time to notice what I see and experience. This blog is an attempt to capture small observations of the things I explore, which are often close to home and part of the everyday. Everything here is real, in the sense that I saw it, was there and involved, and came away with something I wanted to share.
It’s part of my attempt to be still, and still moving. You don’t have to go far to see the world with new eyes, nor to have an adventure, both of which are parts of exploration, but I am privileged to be able to travel sometimes, and moved in 2017 to a whole new environment, with many opportunities to explore.
I am a Christian. I believe that we are all seeking a further union, a deeper communion but like the Celtic Saints, and Eliot, I think we often find the door to what we seek in the things around us and the end of our exploring is to find ourselves where we began.