🌿 What if our final resting place could continue to grow?
Lately, I’ve been giving more thought to something deeply personal — where I may eventually place Arthur’s ashes.
Arthur has been with me at home since he died, and there has never been a rush to decide where his final resting place should be. For me, it needs to be somewhere that feels right. Somewhere that means something.
Recently, I was lucky enough to visit Pipers Ridge, a new Living Legacy Forest opening in the Lithgow area, and I have to say… this idea has really stayed with me.
A Living Legacy Forest offers another possibility for our cremated ashes — creating a living memorial through trees and nature.
And for Arthur, there is something particularly meaningful about that.
He loved native trees. 🌳💚
Walking through Pipers Ridge, surrounded by the Australian bush and seeing the Wollemi Pines, I found myself imagining Art there.
But then my thoughts went further.
I started thinking about us.
Because ultimately, when my time comes, I would like my ashes to be there with Arthur too.
And one day, if it is something they choose for themselves, perhaps our children could become part of that same living legacy.
And then there’s Princess, our last family pet, because our animals are part of our family story too. 🐾
Suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about a place to put someone’s ashes.
I was imagining a family legacy.
A place amongst the trees where our family’s story could continue.
And I love that the legacy isn’t only about the physical place.
The tree can have a QR code linked to it where stories and memories can be shared. Imagine future generations standing beneath that tree, scanning the code and discovering the people who came before them — their photographs, their stories, their adventures and the little things that made them them.
As someone who is passionate about legacy storytelling, that part really speaks to me.
Because eventually memories can fade, but our stories don’t have to disappear with us.
And, of course, being in the Australian bush, one of the questions that came to my mind was…
What happens if there’s a bushfire and the tree is lost? 🔥🌳
They’ve thought about that too.
The location of the ashes is recorded using GPS, so even if the tree itself is lost, the resting place isn’t. A new tree can be planted and regeneration begins again.
There’s something quite powerful in that thought as well.
Regeneration.
Something may be lost, but life grows again.
So rather than imagining rows of headstones, I find myself imagining trees growing.
Birds singing.
Wombats wandering.
Creeks flowing.
Leaves moving in the breeze.
Seasons changing.
Stories being told.
And life continuing. 🌿
Perhaps that’s one of the conversations we don’t have enough:
What would you actually like to happen to your ashes?
An urn at home?
Scattered somewhere you love?
Placed in a cemetery or memorial garden?
Returned to the ocean?
Or perhaps becoming part of something living?
There isn’t one right answer.
But there is enormous value in thinking about it — and importantly, telling the people you love what you would like.
I’m still exploring what feels right for Arthur and for our family.
But the thought of Art amongst the native trees he loved, with our stories attached to that place, and the possibility that one day we could all find our way back together there, feels pretty special. 💚🌳
Perhaps that’s what a living legacy really means.
Not simply where we rest — but how our story continues.
💜 Recruited by Universe
Plan with peace. Live with presence.
Guided by Heart.
