GRAVEYARD WHERE ASHES ARE SCATTERED/BURIEDPROBLEM TO BE SOLVED: To meet the desire of users who wish to scatter/bury ashes of the deceased in a more natural environment than ever.MURAKAWA EISHIN村川 英信
I should be dead, incinerated to ashes and scattered to the winds, perhaps over the Seine or the Keizersgracht or the White House lawn – each had once been my wish – and long since re-integrated into the molecular and energetic fields of being that compose the universe. I shouldn’t be...
but from a different angle; Gandhi is shown from the back this time. As before, Godse fires the fatal shot and Gandhi falls. The film ends with the image of Gandhi's ashes being scattered, along with a voice-over monologue in which Gandhi declares, "When I despair...
let’s imagine for a moment that my parents weren’t ashes and CSV was a funeral home. They let my mother’s body languish for nearly a year, and had my father’s bounce around for several months, with both eventually meeting in an undisclosed location at Virginia Beach, where they spen...
the catacombs scattered through the Land Between. The shade can be tough to wrangle in, as they move around pretty sporadically. However, it should be easy to kill if you have a powerful companion (Like Rollo or Kristoff). Once defeated, the Lhutel the Headless Spirit Ashes will be your...
huge fan of C. S. Lewis’ writings. In past years, I have posted a daily blog during Lent but this year will be very different, I hope your season is all you want it to be. Please check back as I will provide updates on my journey and hopefully you can glean from my experience....
Years ago I went to teach in an urban school in order to join black people in their quest for equality. I was naïve, unaware of my ignorance, and totally conscious of race. What I learned was to question: why always in black and white? Please look for
into gear. My new friend had such a death grip on her bags, she had forgotten to hold on. Her 78-year-old self went flying through the cabin. Several of us attempted to break her fall but failed. She went down…hard. She yelled in panic. Bags scattered. We all jumped to her aid...
British and French troops burned the main buildings into ashes. These days, tourists can only look at the wreckage and imagine its glory during the time of the Qing Dynasty. If your imagination is not good enough, you can learn more about what the garden looked like through the miniature mo...
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories