next year's words

Last year's words

To celebrate 2014 I created this image. The words are from T.S. Eliot’s ‘Little Gidding‘, from his Four Quartets.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.

I’ve draped the words over an old photo I took years ago in my local woods (it’s an animal skull, don’t worry).

Every midnight sees the death of one day and the birth of another, and in that moment of transition there exists the eternal potential to change and reshape our lives.

Every action completed, or word spoken has ended, and we can do and say as we will with every dawn.

The difficult part is remembering this power as we are swept along by the relentless routines of daily life.

What joy and liberation would possess us if we awoke to the potential of a new day, every day.