”If a last goodbye, is a wish for a safe journey – a farwell – back into the shelter and seasons of the Wheel of the Year… then the tenderness of the storm and the warmth of the rocks at the sea, the black feather stranded after heavy thunder and rain – is a first response by means of Natures own Elements. I hope…” (29.07.2010/Monika at Ytterstholmen, Monå)
Words to my Pappa Bo, whom passed away 17.07.2012. And whom I tucked in a woollen white soft blanket and gave some yellow honey scented topsy flowers/yellow button flowers to take along.
Closed the coffin…
Prepared his last journey within a Ceremony Circle of relatives and friends last Friday, 27.07.2012. And sent him back to the all embracing Nature.
I feel you near.
With Love - Your Daughter Monika
P. S. On Facebook I wrote a variation at first…
”My 75 year old Father. I tucked him in a soft white woolen blanket. Put six rosepetals on his chest, three deep green oak branches and three honyscented wild flowers, four small seastones around his head. And closed the coffin”. D. S.