Charles Cowling
  Don’t lose your soul as your eyes roll shut Don’t worry, it will be over Hold on though, you’re alone, I am there with you That much at least I can promise You know what’s to come to not accept this Don’t lose your soul, you must fight for
Charles Cowling
  We’ve talked recently here about shrines and memorials and remembrancing. Here’s a very nice idea from Shirley, over at the Modern Mourner, in a blog post titled Why can’t memorials be more like weddings?  It’s a memory table. You put choice things, invested with meaning, on it — arranged
Charles Cowling
  This day, one hundred years ago, Captain Scott and his team of plucky amateurs arrived at the South Pole – and saw that “the worst had happened”. Yes, the dashed pros, the cads, had beaten them to it by over a month. Amundsen got there on 14 December. The
Charles Cowling
  Hellraiser Charlie Sheen, no stranger to drug, alcohol and domestic abuse, claims to have turned his life around under the influence of having played lead corpse in two fictional funerals in 2011. He says, “It was a little bizarre to watch your own funeral and it certainly gets you
Charles Cowling
    “Last week, I attended the funeral of one of my uncles. His irresponsible lifestyle, which included eating meat, smoking, drinking alcohol and ignoring sell by dates, resulted in his life being cut short at the age of 94.”   Source        
Charles Cowling
  By Richard Rawlinson   Ed’s note: Richard wrote this for us at a time when the market in blog posts about ritual was approaching saturation. There’s good stuff here, so we’re posting it now, timeless seasonal greeting and all.    …that remains the question. In order to express a