Primrose Hill
A past life of mine comes home.
“The most beautiful moments in life are realized when we feel that we are one with God and one with that something in man that is created in the image of God.” Christen D. Larson
What an extraordinary day…
I’m laying down, one arm propping up my head in the spring grass on top of Primrose Hill. A cool, invigorating breeze contrasts the beaming rays of the midday sun, and I slowly look across a vast land, in a place known as London.
Off in the distance, I see the Union Jack soaring high above Parliament along the river Thames, while Big Ben, with his mighty hands’ post guard nearby. Wow…
As the faint sound of bells begins to toll, I look over to the steeples of Westminster, beckoning me to explore the history deep within her hallowed walls. A history so vast and rich as to evoke a reverent feeling of awe while my eyes fill with tears…
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Newton, Dickens, Kipling, Elizabeth l, Darwin, Churchill… scientists, poets, monarchs, artists, teachers, writers, those I have revered in books for years, now lay beneath my feet…how is it possible we occupy the same sacred space?
The sun gently warms my face… and I watch the people leisurely stroll along, conversing. No hurry, no hurry, all is well, all is well. It’s like they…
