Tag: Death

I heard the owl call my name

I heard the owl call my name is the title of an exquisite, very short book by Margaret Craven. It is the story of a young priest who doesn’t have long to live and is sent to minister in an Indian Village in British…

What lies beneath

The photo above is of the swamp at the entrance to the estate I live in. At first glance, it is butt ugly. And sometimes it smells less than fresh (to put it politely). It kind of reflects what I want to write about…

Death is a touch of the soul

“Death is a touch of the Soul too strong for the body to ignore It is a call from Divinity which brooks no denial. It is the voice of the inner spiritual identity saying; return to your Source for a while and reflect upon…