Posted by Charles An irony of the natural burial movement is that it was begat by idealists and freethinkers and environmentalists… and then spied and pounced on by venture vultures scenting carrion. When you do the math you can easily see why — and begin to fear that
Lord have mercy on my sins, Open the pearly gates and let me in. Slippin’ through on Judgement Day, When they heard the way I play Leaning On The Everlasting Arms. Jellyrollin’ all over Heaven Hear the guitars ring Jellyrollin’ all over Heaven Piano players sing Heaven don’t allow no
Joan Wytte was born in 1775 in Bodmin, Cornwall. She was sometimes called the “Fighting Fairy Woman” or the “Wytte (White) Witch”. Joan was famed as a clairvoyant, and people would seek her services as a seer, diviner and healer. Her healing practices included the use of “clooties” (or “clouties”), strips of
Halloween has deep roots. Through All Hallows Eve to the old pagan night of Samhain, each marks the time of year when the veil between this world and the next are at their thinnest and the dead and the living can most easily meet and mingle. As this blog’s contribution
As a final fling – and to get in the mood for Halloween – here’s Disney’s classic from 1929, edited to include Andrew Gold’s great song ‘Spooky scary skeletons’. The song starts about 1.30secs into the video. Spooky scary skeletons Send shivers down your spine Shrieking skulls will shock
Posted by Vale What is it with this fascination with bones and skeletons? Faced with a pile of them and one man plasters into the walls and cornices, another creates chandeliers and shields while elsewhere anonymous skulls are given names, cleaned, polished and even appealed to for
“As long as you can see me, you’re fine. As soon as you can’t see me, you’re mine.” David Sterne, funeral director, Louisiana. Source
Posted by Vale If Kutna Hora and Capela dos Ossos show anything it is that we cannot let bones lie. Buried and disinterred, stacked and stored these vast collections become places where the living can meet and marvel at the dead. In Naples, at the charnel house in
