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The New year stands before us like a blank sheet of paper, pristine white, no smudge, no blot.
Soon the pen will be placed in our hands. What shall we write?
Will we dip our pens in the ink of conformity and write in shades of black and grey, or will we unstopper bottles of coloured ink and write the rainbows of our hearts upon the page? Will our words flow with truth and sincerity onto the page or will they be stilted, crammed and ugly? Will we write boldly or in tiny spider script?

Mistakes and blotches are bound to come at no matter how hard we try. No big deal, a blotch of colour can enliven the page. When we look back at the pages end what will we see written, a glorious mess of colour and black ink or a neat precise hand (or worst of all an empty faded page with nothing written because we never tried.)

We write our own autobiographies on the pages of life, each different, diverse. God help us all make our volumes worth the read, blessed with colour and beauty incorporating blotch and text.

Age and Simplicity.

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As I get older I find I need to pace myself, I see so many needs in the world around me I always want to do more, yet now my kids are grown and flown the nest I find different limitations. My body kicks in and reminds me that whereas I may feel 21 in spirit I’m expecting a bit much of it after 63 years of pretty intense wear and tear. One useful thing I’ve learned is to take time to “aim straight” if you have less energy to call on you have to make it count!

As a long term teacher I found the key was always to digest the material myself first and bring it down to the simplest terms. To teach concept rather than method (grasp the concept and the rest will follow.)

I’ve foundĀ  that in my life too “truths” are always simple. As the modern world gets increasingly complex simple truths (like you reap what you sow, money can’t buy real love etc.) can tend to get buried under mounds of in put both good and bad.

I feel a need to search them out again from time to time, dust them off and put them again in a place of prominence. I wonder for this generation will they be able to find and discern the real gems of life amidst so much overwhelming intellectual and media debris? I hope so for they make such difference to the quality of life.