A Spark of the Old Tongue

What you see there, captured in an image? Did you guess it? It's a snippet of Old English. Sadly, this platform doesn't quite grasp those special characters, so I had to present it as a picture. Perhaps someone will be inspired to decipher it. Inside, you'll find my thoughts on the New Year, with a little help from the epic poem Beowulf as both a source of knowledge and a muse. For those who prefer not to wrestle with ancient scripts, a modern English version follows. Now, I must admit, it's not a word-for-word translation. Think of them as two different takes on the same grand idea. And, as always, you know I don't do things without a reason. I'm simply showing you new horizons. If you wish, you can journey with me. Those who can find the solution, and believe me, it exists.

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As the year winds down, there's this special feeling in the air, like everyone's getting ready for a big, sparkly reset. It's like we're all trying to do a giant declutter, not just of toys we don't play with anymore or clothes that are too small, but of thoughts and feelings too. It's as if we're all aiming to step into the New Year as, like, new people, you know? Lighter, cleaner, without all the heavy stuff we've been carrying around. We want to leave all that messy clutter behind, like shedding an old, scratchy sweater. It's about making space, not just in our closets, but in our minds, for all the exciting, shiny new things that are waiting to pop into existence in the coming year. It’s like we’re polishing ourselves up, getting ready to shine.


Stephie