Oh to be buried under the canopy of an ancient woodland.
The dappled sunlight.
The morning chorus.
No coffin to separate us from all that is natural.
The gnarly roots of the ancient trees wrapping themselves around us in steadfast tenderness.
No physical indication that we lay beneath the surface.
Nothing to tarnish the tranquil beauty of this breathtaking, irreplaceable piece of natural art
The leaves and branches dancing as the breath of the breeze blows through.
The sound of the dew dripping, dripping.
The forest creatures, rustling in the undergrowth, at last unafraid of our presence.
The whispers of nature.
The forest is never totally silent.
The creatures of the dark reminding us of the changes from day to night.
At one with the seasons.
This natural ending becomes a natural beginning.
Does this call to you?
Are you envisioning the possibilities here?
Because it is possible.
When we pledge to have a natural burial we pledge to continue to support nature even after our death.
With love as always
Nancy xx
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