This land that I love.

'This land will not remember me.'

My foot steps will eventually fade and the words that I once spoke will be but whispers on the wind. Time will not stop and the rivers will not cease to flow. There will be a day when I take that sweet final breath of life and leave this earthly place. My soul will join the countless others, the forgotten names of all those who passed before me in long march of human existence. My hope; that some small imprint of the man I pray I am and the life I hope that I lead, makes an impression on the people who’s journey path I have crossed. That the sum of my life was that I left a few threads of love, joy and compassion woven into the hearts of those I have known.

Sharing. Listening. Talking. Such vitally important parts of life. Without them, the unique skills, amazing stories, important lessons, great knowledge and wonderful experiences of those we know and love, and those we don’t, are lost forever.

What do you have to share? Who can you ask?