Welcome to 2020!
“The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.”
It has been a while since I have updated Clanmother, four years since I wrote about the brave Group of Twenty-Two who launched the SPCA.
I looked back at my “about page” to see if anything had changed.
I was given the title, Clanmother, September 2008, when I was travelling the Scottish Highlands with an audacious collection of young people who came from all over the world to join an expedition to the misty Isle of Skye. I was the oldest woman on the tour, so the title was appropriate. What was more surprising was that I liked the label – it was catchy, spirited and encompassed the next stage in my life. It was my turn to grow old. I stood at Glencoe, breathing the chilled air, memorizing, for future recall, the rugged terrain covered with proverbial heather. There was certainty in my thoughts. This was going to be my most profound and daring adventure.
That was over ten years ago.
What an adventure it has been – everything that I had imagined as I stood at Glencoe, many years ago, has, in some way, come to pass. Perhaps not as I imagined it would, but as it was meant to be. It is always about the moment that is lived that gives purpose to the forward movement. The now seems to embrace past and future with its persistent demand for living for the present.
Welcome to a new year, a new decade. The adventures continue. I believe in pursuing dreams.
“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
Gabriel García Márquez