By this sea the time is always early,
Here there is no end and no beginning
All that was true at first is true at last
But there is no way back into the past,
but through the future,
there, if anywhere, the miracle must happen.
Sydney Carter
Yesterday, in accordance with my parents wishes, their ashes in a single canister were cast into the ocean, in line of site with the farm that had been their home for the past 30 years.
We read these words from Sydney Carter, and then the canister was cast into the sea, with a ker-plunk, followed by the popping of the cork of a bottle of my mother's favorite champagne.
The sense of together and the sense of alone, a sense of remembering the past, and a sense of leaving the past. The real matter is the rest of our lives which, as always, begins now.
The music of KD Lang, and the broken alleluia whilst having nothing to do with any of this seems to have caught several of us and somehow helped us.