In my beginning, is my end.....

Hi Friends, It took me a while to get back to writing. It was fanned by a kind soul who could perhaps see so many feelings and emotions flickering across my face, that to not be able to capture them would be a waste of precious moments in life. For life is best, when lived! I always take to pen when my cup runs over..... thoughts, feelings which have been aching to be penned as words, to express what I have been thinking. But before I begin, I quote T.S. Eliot's words....to explain the flavour of the moment!

"Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). In my beginning, is my end."