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Dear Dakini Dancer (for that is how I know you),

I write to you, at your passing, because I believe that you, now free, are reading each of these memorials, and feeling all of our love.  We are simply returning the favor, you know?  The sorrow we feel is a testament to that.

I've been on OS for such a short time, yet have seen the seeds you've sown, and the blooms of those seeds.  I have basked in your commentary, been informed by your writing, and inspired by your fearless love and support of living things - of life itself.

I was stunned at losing you, so soon - and I was stunned that I felt such deep, visceral grief for someone I've never met, with whom I've never spoken.  Then I realized that it didn't matter.  You left a little of yourself with us in every comment, every post - you lit a candle everywhere you went.  And you inhabited your words.

You of all people would understand that our spirits transcend time, space, and virtuality.  So, we're not crazy - we just miss you already.  And I just realized that part of the reason I wrote this was not just for you - it was to write myself a note, to always remember what you've given us here:

Love and Light.

Namaste.

With Humble Gratitude,

Owl