Natural burial
Carol Rowntree Jones reflects on her experience
Last year I attended the first natural burial I had been to. I was little prepared for the effect it had on me, being busy caught up with getting the time off work, not being late and so on. At the end of July it was raining. But the grassy place we gathered only looked the richer for it. Summer rain seemed appropriate as many people stood, and then shuffled a bit as still more arrived, and there were gentle greetings and quiet chat under the umbrellas.
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