I wonder where I’d begin if I picked up a pencil and set about an account of my life? And how many pencils would I use?

Two things strike me as odd about these thoughts. First, I’d almost certainly type such an account on my Mac. I haven’t written much in pencil since I was a young boy. Second, it seems strange that I’m unsure where I’d begin. Surely ‘the very beginning’?

Perhaps the wondering questions what’s important – yesterday, now, or tomorrow – or all three? I’m not going to answer these oddities here. No profundities are about to pour forth – though I would affirm the great value of being present now.

For now, I record the wondering, content to engage.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and to know the place for the first time.

T S Eliot
Four Quartets – Little Gidding