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  • It was after the funeral. I couldn't stay for the reception. Too many people I didn't know too well, too much space, too many little triangular sandwiches which reminded me of my grandmother. And too much laughter too soon.

    Someone who had spoke earlier said Georgia was like the wind. You were never ready for her. You never knew what to expect. We were blessed by a windy day that day. Or perhaps the Earth knew a great soul was passing and decided to send it's sympathies.

    I went down to the ocean where the waves were being whipped into frothy torrents. The sky was doing a peculiar dance between light and dark. On one side masses of dark, angry clouds were arming themselves for an attack. Meanwhile beyond the horizon lay clear blue skies and a rainbow which glimmered seductively. In between was the sea - pure silver and over it the sun, behind clouds, also silver, like a portal into the ether.

    Rain pelted down all around me. I had a mission and stood playing tag with the water for a long time. All I wanted was to dip my hands in her eternity and wash my face with the salt. But I didn't want to get wet. Finally we came to some compromise. I got a little wet, but not soaked, and I got to splash the freezing sea onto my tired face.

    I looked up and around me at this grand epic between light and dark that was staging itself before my eyes. And whether or not She knew it the Earth blessed me then. She reminded me of the eternal play of the dark and the light, how one is the seed of the other, how they are interdependent, how they create beauty in their love-making.

    It had been a week of much sorrow, of new and old grief, of a few very low days of wanting to shout "Stop! I want off this never-ending rollercoaster of life!" It was a week of much darkness.

    But my friend Georgia, who was always searingly honest in sharing her ups and downs, and the Earth which always spelled out the most profound of truths simply and elegantly, both reminded me that day of something very important. Something my soul momentarily forgot when it was deep exploring it's caverns:

    We need both on our journey.

    And for that I am eternally grateful...
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