Today, January 3, 2018, Nancy Lee Vierra, my beloved partner of 28+ years, left her earthly body of great pain and suffering to enter the heavenly realms and its grand adventures. She is a guiding Soul-Spirit of Love, Beauty, Kindness, Knowledge and Wisdom who I and so many other people on Planet Earth are privileged to know. I Love You Nance and Always Will…Mark.
"To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream."(Hamlet)
As part of a future literary memoir, we are presenting a series of articles Nancy wrote in the 1990s about the Earth, Nature, the Environment, and other important topics.
These features are even more meaningful now than they were back over 25 years ago because our nation has failed to progress and evolve in so many ways. Several additional stories will be posted in the near future.
"All We Know Of Heaven"
By Nancy De La Vierra
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"Stone Thrush" By Nancy De La Vierra
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"EarthSigns" By Nancy De La Vierra
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"Slouching Toward Bethlehem" By Nancy De La Vierra
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"Mermaids in the Basement” By Nancy De La Vierra
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A Special Message From Mark
At her burial on January 12 – which she requested I witness on my own – she guided me to bring three books. Two were of favorite poets Sara Teasdale and Robert Frost, and the third one was her Holy Bible. Prompted by her, I read The Flight by Sara Teasdale and The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
From the Holy Bible, I read nine verses from one of the Four Gospels, describing the Transfiguration of Jesus on a high mountain, in front of three of his disciples, while Moses and Elijah were present.
At one point earlier, when in silent prayer, I thought of Jesus at the Last Supper with his 12 disciples, seemingly out of nowhere, 13 geese appeared flying in a V-formation from the west and then flew exactly over Nancy’s burial site moving directly east. No other birds of any kind were present before, during or after the ceremony. Once again, as she had done so many times in this Lifetime, Nancy revealed the Rainbow Bridge between Heaven and Earth.
We All Love Nancy, and Nancy Loves All of Us.
Gratefully, in being able to be a part of Nancy’s Life for nearly 29 years,
CELEBRATION OF LIFE - HONORING NANCY LEE VIERRA
JANUARY 18, 1953 - JANUARY 3, 2018
SPECIAL MUSIC SELECTIONS: Click to listen to songs which Nancy loved and wanted to share during this time.
Sarah McLachlan - ANSWER
Tim McGraw - Please Remember Me
The Beatles - The Long and Winding Road
The Beatles - Let It Be
MORE FROM FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD
Thank you all for joining this collective Celebration Of Life, and for sending in additional tributes and love for Nancy.
If you would like a personal message or tribute for Nancy or Mark added to this collection, you can send the information to mark at this email.
From Sabrina Dearborn
I bought two irises today and tied them together with a pink Ribbon. To me they represented you and Nancy and the love that you’ll share now for eternity. I took them to the Abbey and placed them on the alter in St.Patrick’s Chapel and sat down, meditated and said prayers for you both.
I lit a candle for Nancy to add Grace to her journey and left a note in the “Prayer basket” for you both. The basket is picked up weekly and prayers are said in the services held in the chapel for those who’s names have been written on the little slips of paper.
I then took the flowers to the main alter in the Abbey ruins. This is the one underground in what was formerly the Lady Chapel. Once again, I meditated and said prayers for you both and for your ancestors. Afterwards I laid the flowers on the graves of King Arthur and Guinevere and asked that as her body was laid to rest that her spirit would soar.
I took the flowers back home to my little shrine in the garden. I have the good fortune to live on/in a Sacred Site as my house is nestled into the side of Wearyall Hill. Wearyall Hill was where Joseph of Arimathea landed after his long journey from the Mid-East to bring the Grail to Avalon. It’s the home of the Fisher King and the Grail Castle and in some early Pagen Cultures is known as “The Celtic Isle of The Dead.”
In Celtic terms, it is a place where one lays their Weary bones and is lifted by the Ancestors into the other world. So a part of Nancy’s memory is resting on Wearyall Hill in a small shrine overlit by a little Pan boy who plays his pipes and gives a blessing to the animals and plants that she loved.