Beautiful words, as always, by Mary Oliver.

After Mum’s funeral yesterday, we interred her ashes this morning in a very special place- Sharpham Meadow, overlooking the River Dart.

We’d had day upon day of rain, so the warmth of the sunshine, and the spiralling song of skylark was a precious gift.

Laying her bones amongst red Devon soil and dark, Yorkshire earth. Burying her in the embrace of mother earth, yet knowing her soul flies free.