Today as I'm preparing to attend a funeral, I'm reminded of the constancy of beginnings and endings and how the lines between them blur into one.
Every beginning means an ending of something and every ending ushers in a new beginning. Today as we say goodbye to a good man and mourn the ending of his time here, it also signals the beginning a different time. A time without him.
We all have an ocean view of life with its constant waves of comings and goings. The highs roll slowly into the lows before they steadily rise to crest again.
Rhythm. Motion. Change. All of these create the music of life and we - are the dancers.
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