Letter to Monty 30

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Monty,

In response to reading your article in 'Country Living' May 2012

They say that life is a journey, I do not know where I am going. Am I looking for a city with foundations?

Abraham went even though he did not know where he was going. 'Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for.'

Something ancient - this journey is something ancient. It is linked to things we cannot even remember, there is all but a faint trace of it in our genes - a genetic memory if you like, which links us to the earth, sea and sky even to beyond the molecular.

This is why perhaps we experience the rush of endorphins when we see with our fleshly eyes the beauty of a Spring morning - new leaves the new green of Spring, the scents of fresh growth after the rain, and the sight of traces of snow on the hill tops. Clouds racing, purple, grey and then sudden bright blue sky.

Yesterday we looked over your beloved country, the hills and valleys of Herefordshire, across to the Malverns right the way round to the Black Mountains in Wales. It was an awesome sight.

I get so drowned out by routine and cares of this life that I forget the journey. The journey is far above those cares of money , health and other peoples feelings.

I seem to have one foot on the earth (nearer to the grave now!) and one in heaven, where that is I still do not know. All I know is that it is future, present and past in one, and exists out of time. It existed for the ancients and will exist for future generations.

Perhaps you are trying to get there too.

Sorry if these letters are getting tedious,


Paul.

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