Author Archives: Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Do not stand at my grave and weep

by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Posted on March 22, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the … Continue reading →

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Empty Branch in the Orchard

by Mary Oliver
Posted on March 15, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

To have loved is everything, I loved, once, a hummingbird who came every afternoon– the freedom-loving male– who flew by himself to sample the sweets of the garden, to sit on a high, leafless branch with his red throat gleaming. … Continue reading →

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The Modern Mourner

Cherish those you Love; Remember those you've Lost.
Posted on March 13, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

The Modern Mourner was begun by a crafty lady in the Bay Area when she lost her mother and knit an urn cozy to capture her warmth. Now her project has grown to offer unique products from a collection of … Continue reading →

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Sex and Death

A night with Harold Pinter
Posted on March 9, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

I spent a night with Harold Pinter with Off Broadway West Theatre Company’s production of his two short plays, The Dumb Waiter and The Lover.  I saw sex, death, and a whole lot of talent contained in two hours, and the adorably … Continue reading →

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“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?”

- Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
Posted on March 8, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)
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The Beauty of Death XIV by Khalil Gibran

Part Three - The Remains
Posted on March 5, 2011 by Aurora Wells (Blog Writer, SevenPonds)

Unwrap me from this white linen shroud and clothe me With leaves of jasmine and lilies; Take my body from the ivory casket and let it rest Upon pillows of orange blossoms. Lament me not, but sing songs of youth … Continue reading →

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