I made it a point of checking in at Open Salon today.  Yes, I know - I'm gone, I'm no longer active here.  But today marked a special day for me, and I wanted to see if it was that way for anyone else.  Sadly, it wasn't, or at least no one publicly acknowledged it.  That struck a sore spot with me, it ripped at my soul in such a way that I felt compelled to log in and make a last post for the memory of someone who meant so much to Open Salon, to so many people that used to congregate here.

It was exactly one year ago today that we discovered one of our most sparkling souls, one of our most inspiring members, had passed away unexpectedly.  Josie was young by anyone's standards, and so full of love and life that the last thing we thought we'd find as we went about our day was that she was gone.

It's obvious to me, on this day of remembrance for me, that so many of Josie's closest friends on Open Salon must now be gone for there seems to be no one left to remember.  Comments scattered occasionally on an old post over the months told me some still thought of her.  But today, I expected to see something more.

The lack of posts leads me to believe that this place has lost more this time around than just a shining soul - it has lost its memory, it has lost those members who felt obligated to carry forward the rememberance of those we cherished.  It has lost its soul.

Josie, I still go back and read some of your old posts - I encourage those who are here now who did not know you to get acquainted with you through your legacy here. 

Dakini Dancer's Blog at Open Salon

I still think of you when I look at the night sky, when I see a flower bloom, when I see a bird take flight.  Sometimes, when no one is looking, I dance.

Photo copyright 2009 By Bill Schwartz, All Rights Reserved.

Comments are closed, folks, because none are necessary.  I won't be back again, I just needed to do this for a friend.