We two are one

When Jane and I first met, she tried to explain the literary theory which underpins her PhD despite the fact that I am a bear of very small brain. Her thesis was on secularisation in the works of Goethe and his theory that was subsequently described as binary synthesis. Before we lose all of you, this basically means that from the interaction of two different things a third and very special thing can emerge. This third thing is distinct in itself but contains all the elements of the other two things within it.

At that time, these ideas were not too from some of the theories I was playing with myself, so between Jane and me there was a meeting of minds as well as everything else. We were ourselves a kind of synthesis of polarised opposites. We’d reached the same place by two very different paths.

When we came to get married in 2005 we wanted to acknowledge this central theme and so bluejade emerged as the synthesis of our names (Jane and Dee) and our birthstones, amethyst (Dee) and sapphire (Jane) which become white (diamond) when converged. Hence the name and the logo: we branded ourselves together with the strapline ‘we two are one’ and then created this blog. What we did not realise at the time was the prophecy within – one day far sooner than either of us would have wanted or wished for in a million years – that one would die before the other and in so doing we would merge to become one.

And so it has happened, Jane has walked through her waterfall to the pain-free peace of the white light beyond. Through the tears you may well shed remember her happy, smiling face as she

  • paddled on a beach
  • climbed yet another hill
  • dangled off a cliff
  • cycled by a canal in Belgium, Holland or France
  • wandered through a well-kept garden
  • knitted another hat, glove, curious creature or tea cosy
  • dug a potato patch
  • watched over the germination of a seed (‘a courgette has been born’)
  • collected an egg from her hens
  • simultaneously interviewed and transcribed yet another respondent for Glenaffric
  • noted yet another programme meeting
  • supped a Belgian beer, a French wine, a single malt or a gin and tonic
  • tucked into her tea especially if it featured potatoes
  • completed the Guardian crossword
  • corrected your French or German
  • let you know a better word or phrase
  • held court with family and dear friends

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Most importantly remember her with joy for a life well lived, for courage and light through the darkness of disease, that life is too short for mean anxieties and is most definitely for making the most of – just do it and be happy!


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