I go to Nature to be soothed and healed and to have my  senses put in tune once more......

John Burroughs (1837-1921) American naturalist

Last year, while visiting the South-West of Western Australia, I found a place which I recognized immediately as the right place to scatter Michael's ashes.  It is located near Albany, at a wonderfully wild and scenic spot named Stony Hill, high on a huge granite outcrop, overlooking the Southern Ocean with magnificent 360 deg. views all round.  Michael had spent quite a number of years living in this most beautiful area of our State.

So, this July 2000, just over two and half years after my son's death, we drove down to Albany and after placing a small bouquet of wildflowers on top of the rock I scattered Michael's ashes to the winds, sky, ocean and earth.

There was a certain contentment in knowing that it was a place he would have loved .... its stark beauty,  its untamed wildness, and its complete sense of liberty.

It was a beautiful cold, wild and windy day, (as you can see from how rugged-up I was on the photos), but was crowned by the appearance of a glorious rainbow which seemed to reach out to us.

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Return to the sky.....

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Return to the earth.....

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Return to the sea.....

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The Wind carries you to join the rainbow.... the symbol of hope, acceptance and harmony

 

Our beloved Michael has once again returned to that state which we will all attain one day......  just as the trees and the stars, he will always remain 

~  A Child of the Universe ~

Casting  the  body's  vest  aside,
My   soul  into  the  boughs  does  glide:
There  like a  bird  it sits,  and  sings,
Then  whets,  and  combs its silver  wings;
And,  till  prepar'd  for  longer  flight,
Waves  in  its  plumes  the  various  light.

 

Andrew Marvell, The Garden

you  ask

why   I perch

on  a  jade green  mountain?

I  laugh

but  say  nothing

my  heart

free

like  a peach  blossom

in  the  flowing  stream

going  by

in  the  depths

in  another  world

not  among  men

Li Po  (701-762)  Chinese Poet

 

 

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