I will leave the laptop behind Joan, I'm going to travel light. My joints are going to be tested enough, trekking around that huge, damn hospital!
I've lately read At The Loch Of The Green Corrie and Greig says 'these reddish sandstones date from over a billion years after the Lewisian Gneiss they sit on. The Laurentia continent that included Assynt drifted over the Earth's mantle from the South Pole to the Equator .
The Jurassic period left partial fossils of dinosaur in Skye, no distance from here. The drift continued to roughly where N. America is now.'
He's in Western Scotland, where the poet Norman MacCaig spent a lot of his time.
He later writes that England and Scotland met, consolidated, and split from N. America and moved to the East as the Atlantic Ocean opened up.
He says 'the ground I sit on(Assynt) this morning, has rafted across much of the globe, and this small part of Scotland is probably the most travelled landmass on our planet'
When people talk in billions of years, my head spins, and I start to feel so tiny and insignificant, I can't seem to ground myself anymore. I'm just a blink of an eyelid, not even that.
Somewhere I read the no. of people alive today, as compared to the total that has gone before us, and how our being alive right now, is the greatest miracle we could ever have.
I feel it, and for a while I feel blessed, then I get caught up again in the minutiae of my daily life
