It’s great to be back. I’ve had a quick peep at your site, and your new site too. Your boundless enthusiasm for spreading goodness and graciousness is an inspiration! Will have a proper look later when I have time to give your sites the proper attention they deserve.

Love
Sumangali

It is so great to have you back!

I’m glad you are settled in and able to enjoy the beautiful part of the world in which you reside!

Thank you for sharing these photographs!

Lots of love,

Jennifer

I think I have mixed feelings about this sort of experience. As Sri Chinmoy says, “The past is dust.” and I like to live by that ever-new maxim as much as I can; it evokes a sense that all can be improved upon, and all can be forgiven.

As I mentioned in my post, I suppose it is only curiosity that is satisfied by the gory details and fascinating facts about a place, but there is something inspiring about buildings that have stood the test of time. Perhaps, as I started to suggest, it is that people cared enough about a place and about each other to build things properly in those days… although I think we are probably better at looking after ourselves and each other generally, judging by some of the fascinating historical facts I’ve read in the past few days

Your story reminds me of my own touring of England’s ancient walls, age 11, in the summer of ‘86; 4 weeks spent on the border with Wales in the Midlands, plus a few days in London.

Along with visits to straight-out-of-Arthurian legend Welsh lakes, Castles in Chirk, and the Royal Shrewsbury Medical College to repair an unexpected sporting injury, highlights included a walk along the walls and gardens of Chester, whose Roman-era ruins were my first ever encounter with actual tangible human history.

For one who comes from a country where little stands with more than a hundred years, coming face to face with man-made objects so vastly predating my own little self was magical, eye-opening and imagination-fueling—the thought of so many lives once present, now passed away, standing right there before me was not only mind-blowing—but I could actually feel their weight and depth before me—cut a knife through the air thick with their layered memory.

Glad you got to visit York, and have fond memories of it. The city’s beauty and culture have a symbiotic relationship with visitors. It used to be the spiritual capital of the north, and inherited its wealth from the church, but now York relies on tourism in order to maintain its charming appearance. Thus your visit added to its beauty.

Thanks for taking time out from your own fabulous new blog to visit my re-born one. A warm welcome to the blog world.

Sumangali