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Autumn Whisperings

in honor

She loves trees and forests, both in Israel and here. At school there was a special significance, she roamed through the woods frequently in deep dark; Evergreen is surrounded by pineforest, trails lead down to an inlet of the Pacific.

She is especially excited to live with her Grandfather Craig in his home at Hayden Lake, Idaho, and she posted this photo telling all of her Friends proudly about it, before she left for America in winter 2006-07, to go to Community College for a semester and create photo art. (You could almost use a rowboat to get to class!) It's taken from his front porch overlooking the lake:


Forests can also be enchanted, most of hers are. This photo is done of a 4x6 acrylic painting of a faerie flitting slowly along with her six wings, lighting her way with a wand so powerful that it makes everything around her glow:

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Ki shopped all over Jerusalem for this small picture, meaning to send it to an LJ Friend suffering from cancer, in 2005, who died before Ki mailed it; instead, she gave it to a Porto Friend who sent it to me in 2008 as a keepsake, and it's mounted above my worktable all the time.

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Otter titled this memorial "Love's Remembrance: Never Forgotten".

Brene' Brown is a writer and research prof who writes:

"A deep sense of love and belonging is an irreducible need of all women, men, and children. We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness, and affection."

"Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow... between two people when it exists within each one of them...

we can only love others as much as we love ourselves."

Her 2010 book is The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are. Her workshops point toward this as a goal.

Ki in frustration journaled that "I've read all the self-help books. I could WRITE the fucking self-help books... I've heard it all, in fact I'm usually the one saying it..." and, plaintively, "There must be some words that can save me..."

...and a number of us, as her Friends, offered what we could in these last couple days, right up to eight years ago tonight.

(She didn't get the chance to read Imperfection, though, its pub date was two years afterward.)

Soyeah. Trees renew in new shoots, faeries come in many forms and they are immortal. As is their light.

So we come by again at this anniversary, we gather around her table, and her chair is never empty. Tonight your co-Mods are sending blessings of peace and permanence, and wishes for new growth and the comfort that you are never alone... as each one of us receives as she and he may choose, in this time, in all times.