RIP, Mr. Bogarty.
You were the nicest shopkeeper. I’ll miss our chats about which herbs are better for finding love.
This is my prayer for you,
Deep Peace to You
Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.
I light two white candles and burn basil to bring you peace and happiness in your passing.
Willow: Everytime you burn basil I have serious pesto pasta cravings, baby…
Tara: Will!















