To see without eyes To walk without feet And to fly without wings This is my prayer for you

The mother is everything -our consolation in sorrow, hope in misery, strength in weakness. Source of love, mercy, sympathy and forgiveness.

Satisfy my soul and shield my loved ones beneath the wing of Thy glory. Bless everything and every one, of this little household by my side.

When you let go of fear the truth will appear so simple and clear This journey will end where it started my friend in the heart's mystery

Poem: Beannacht by John O'Donohue

Salm by Ishmael Ensemble and Rider Shafique

Poem: Pounamu

Don't ask, why? Cause you already know. Sing and become my song. No matter what you do. You're, me, I'm you.

A mess of May blossom, abundance of petals floating gently to floor creating a snow like covering A natural mess that cleans up after itself