By Tim Porteus
THE Boat Shore at Cockenzie is a magical place: a small pure cove, embraced by historic rocks and a seashore seeped within the historical past of the area people.
Legend tells us that the identify Cockenzie is derived from Cul Cionnich, which means Cove of Kenneth in Gaelic.
St Kenneth was a Celtic saint and a follower of St Columba. His missionary work took him throughout Scotland, together with the shoreline of the Forth. It’s stated his arrival at this small pure harbour gave the place its identify.
Final weekend, artist Andrew Crummy, who lives within the village, organised three ‘sundown evenings’ on the Boat Shore. Native musicians, singers, artists and actors gathered on the seashore with an viewers of fellow locals to share the sundown.
I sadly couldn’t attend the primary two however was in a position to make the final night with a few of my kids. It was an exquisite mixture of music and track, with a really humorous brief drama, and a setting solar because the backdrop.
It was a poignant night for myself, and I do know for some others too; a second of reflection in addition to coming collectively. I had deliberate to inform a story about St Kenneth, however I modified my thoughts simply earlier than the occasion.
As an alternative, I advised a story of a friendship between a tortoise and a butterfly and what sunsets meant to them. In story, something is feasible, and I made this story to assist ease somebody’s disappointment in experiencing an ending.
I used to be later requested if I might share it, and so right here is the story:
There was as soon as a tortoise who grew to become buddies with a butterfly. On the primary day of their friendship, the tortoise invited the butterfly to take a seat with him on his favorite rock, to observe the sundown.
Nonetheless, Butterfly had no thought what a sundown was, and so when she noticed the solar fall regularly from the sky she grew to become involved.
“What’s occurring to the solar?” she requested in a fearful tone.
“It’s the sundown,” stated Tortoise, “it’s when the solar goes down and ends the day.”
“What, already! That’s it?” requested Butterfly, horrified. “That is simply my first day being a butterfly and my days are over?”
Tortoise smiled: “No my wee pal, it’s not throughout. The solar will come again and there shall be one other day.”
However Butterfly remained anxious: “How are you going to ensure the solar will come again?”
“Belief me, I do know. I’ve seen many sunsets,” stated Tortoise. “The solar all the time comes again. Typically it takes longer than others, typically you’ll be able to’t see the solar due to clouds, however it all the time returns and makes one other day.”
Butterfly was now reassured and so settled down to observe, because the solar dipped decrease, portray the sky. She anticipated the solar to sizzle and the ocean to steam once they touched one another, however in fact that didn’t occur. The solar slid quietly beneath the horizon, leaving a path of vibrant pink and orange.
“That was stunning, wasn’t it?” Tortoise stated.
However Butterfly’s reply was surprising: “I believe I don’t like sunsets very a lot.”
Tortoise curled up the wrinkles on his previous face in shock: “Why not, don’t you assume it was spectacular, the best way it painted the sky?”
“Suppose, however it was unhappy, actually unhappy,” stated Butterfly.
“Sure, as a result of the sundown ends the day and that’s unhappy. Endings are unhappy.”
Tortoise nodded in a method tortoises do once they’re considering: “Sure that’s true, endings could be unhappy. However all the pieces ends eventually. Nothing lasts perpetually.”
“However that’s what I imply Tortoise, it’s so unhappy. I don’t need to sit and rejoice the tip of one thing.”
Tortoise thought for a second: “Though endings could be unhappy, in addition they give which means and worth to our time. With out sunsets we’d not treasure our days. Our life would develop into one lengthy blah of sameness.”
“A blah of sameness?”
“Sure, my expression,” smiled Tortoise proudly.
“However that’s simple so that you can say, Tortoise, as a result of you have got extra time than me, you should have extra days.”
“Maybe, however meaning your time is extra valuable than mine. And your sunsets are higher celebrations of your days.”
Butterfly considered this. “You appear fairly sensible, Tortoise,” she stated, her pal.
“Sure,” he replied immodestly, “I do have that repute. I suppose I’ve lots of time to assume, sitting on this rock.”
It started to get darkish and colder.
“Now it’s time for our goals. Quickly there would be the dawn,” stated Tortoise.
“Dawn? Is that when the solar returns?”
Tortoise nodded: “Sure, you see you don’t get a dawn and not using a sundown. Though endings could be unhappy, they open the door to new beginnings. On the different aspect of a sundown there’s a dawn.”
Tortoise was certainly sensible and Butterfly felt reassured by his knowledge.
That summer season, the 2 buddies watched many sunsets collectively. They’d share tales about their day because the solar went down. Then one night, as flocks of geese had been flying overhead, Butterfly spoke sadly.
“Tortoise, I have to go. It’s getting chilly. I’m off to Africa. Do you assume there are sunsets there?”
“I’m certain of it,” replied Tortoise.
“I like sunsets now,” stated Butterfly. “They’ve proven me to treasure and rejoice my days. However I’m unhappy that is our final one collectively.”
“Me too,” stated Tortoise.
The 2 buddies sat collectively on their rock because the sundown commemorated their summer season with a blaze of color. Then they stated goodbye.
A brand new daybreak now lay forward for them each, for the tip of 1 story is the start of one other.
And on the different aspect of a goodbye, there’s a hiya.