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"Let your tears fall to the earth, they feed the land".

Anna Ziman - Open To The Goddess. 30/10/51 - 19/11/2018

“Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.” 
― Brian Jacques, Taggerung

Anna in Cumbria under the ash tree

My extraordinary and beautiful dear friend Anna Ziman 30/10/51 - 19/11/2018. You empowered women and healed the land. Blessings evermore held in the heart of the world. All my love Amanda xxx

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree

fruit that dangles therefrom


the purpled world will dance upon

Between my lips which did sing


a rose shall beget the spring

that maidens whom passion wastes


will lay between their little breasts

My strong fingers beneath the snow


Into strenuous birds shall go

my love walking in the grass


their wings will touch with her face

and all the while shall my heart be


With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

when gods let my body be

by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)

Wood anemones lift their faces to The Sk

With love for Violet Booth, Swettenham Village, Cheshire, my grandmother, great grandmother to Jasmine. She loved the flowers. 

Oak and cow parsley path to Heaven

Kenneth Percival Booth. He loved nature. Swettenham Village, Cheshire. Love from granddaughter Amanda & great granddaughter Jasmine

Joanna Cardew sons grave.

My Son’s grave ,with a Whitebeam planted on it . A natural burial ground in a wood in Wiltshire
On this October day I’m scattering my Sister’s ashes on the grave
It is so peaceful here. The small tree is growing nicely and he’s lying in the heart of Mother Nature without a coffin,we faithfully carried out his wishes
I’d like to share - the little bronze plaque near the tree on the ground is engraved with his epitaph , which he wrote himself. It reads

Do not fear death, oh sweet earthly child,
For death is a cushion so soft dark and mild .
We lay our heads in it each time we sleep
And it shows us the secrets
Of the Earth so deep

In Loving Memory From Joanna Cardew

Oak & Gate by Amanda Claire Ancient & Sa

Plant your blessings here and share the love. Pictures and words welcome xx

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