In my end is my beginning

Feeling a little regretful and tender, I took a walk in the garden for some fresh air whilst pondering my lockdown-enhanced cycles of overindulgence and planned repentance.  The rings in this cut log at first made me think of these cycles but then I noticed the centre which at first glance resembled an embryo.   I realised I was looking at its beginning and its end.  Now it is part of another cycle and part of other lives, not least the insects who call it home and the birds who find their meals there.

The title is said to be a motto stitched into a tapestry by Mary Queen of Scots shortly before her execution.  It has since been used by poets, film makers, and writers all over the world.  The words recycled just as the body that produced them returned to the soil and began again.

All of these slightly foggy ramblings don’t disguise the fact that today’s offering is a photo of extremely dubious quality clumsily enhanced with a very basic post-download filter.  No doubt when I look back at this journal in the future I will laugh at days like these...