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Postcard From The Pearly Gates by Gareth Davis
Poet and raconteur Gareth Davis and his amusing musings about what lies on the other side of the ‘Pearly Gates’.
Henry Dies A ‘Good Death’ With A Tree
How would you like to pass from this world? What for you would be a good death? I think sitting under a tree with a smile on my face would be a lovely way to go …
To Daffodils By Robert Herrick
To Daffodils is a lovely poem by Robert Herrick. It speaks of the beauty and also the brevity of life.
Mindfulness of Death and Buddhism
Mindfulness of Death and Buddhism
Here are five Buddhist contemplations, otherwise known as five remembrance
Fruit Tree – A poem by the Dalai Lama
A poem by the seventh Dalai Lama “On each branch of the trees in my garden Hang clusters of fruit, swelling and ripe. In the end, not one piece will remain. My mind turns to thoughts of my death.” - Seventh Dalai Lama-
‘Say Olin’ By Donald Hackett
A very beautiful heartbreaking and heart healing poem. Say Olin The time of concern is over. No longer am I asked how my wife is doing. Never is the name of our son mentioned to me. A curtain descends.The moment has passed. A life slips from frequent recall. There are...
Navigating Grief at Christmas – 10 top tips
Navigating Grief at Christmas – 10 top tips Jean Francis Many of us will have become the family Elders, a privileged position and one of responsibility to our children, grandchildren and even in some cases to our great grandchildren. Loosing someone close to you...
Mexican Day of the Dead
One of my most memorable holidays has to be a visit to Mexico to take part in the The Mexican Festival of the dead – El Dia de los Muertos.
This festival is a sacred celebration that takes place on ‘All Saints Day,’ October 1st which is an important part of the Catholic Church calendar and ‘All Souls Day,’ November 2nd. This is when the veil between the two worlds is at its thinnest – a pagan belief when this world and the ‘Otherworld’ meets.
How grief can feed the earth and how to leave a living legacy
Life, it is beautiful, it is terrible. Our existence is a dance of life and death intimately entwined. When we begin to engage with this fact of our existence intimately then we can begin to reverse the damage.
A Dead Rat. Poem by John Hancock
In the cold grey light of dawn
You lay silent on the path,
Cold in your unexpected end,
Your coat still glossy soft
As if you hadn’t died at all
But had simply stopped to rest.
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