Sirenita Lake

Sirenita Lake
Location
San Francisco, California,
Birthday
November 04
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Sirenita Lake is married with cats, life-long bad girl, former high school English teacher, former software technical writer, and graduate of that great imploding public interest law school, New College of California School of Law. Sirenita is temporarily the worse for wear--ok, permanently, totally, nuclearly fucked--and gets to spend more time on the computer doing online tenant counseling and writing just for fun.

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MAY 22, 2009 2:19AM

Dakini Sketches

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We became friends when she made a comment on one of my posts where I referred to my late hours, saying she was the same. We PMed.  We shared a need to dance. She spoke about dancing in the darkest part of the night and bringing life to it, a beguiling image. She said she sometimes had to get up early to go to work and she was tired, but she would not give up her art time, her dance time. 

Roy Jimenez, his wife, and I joined her and her friend for dinner in San Francisco on her birthday. She lives in Santa Rosa, but she managed to find the best, hippest, cheapest place to eat in my own neighborhood.  She said she kept up with restaurant reviews although she couldn't afford to eat in restaurants very often. There is a power in someone who can do that without envy or bitterness, just curiosity.

She spoke about her curiosity. She said she was born in the year of the rat and had the animal's curious and burrowing nature. She said that she cleaned houses and often found junk food in them. She never bought it for herself, but she always tasted it in her employers house, just a little nibble, closing the package and leaving no trace of her explorations.

She was playful, funny, spiritual and sexy. I want to have more of her. I hope others share stories.  

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She was so kind, and so engaged with the moment. I'll really miss her here.
Wonderful and very beautiful tribute. She will be missed.
She will be missed indeed. This is such a shock, and I am greatly missing her already.
Thanks for sharing this.
You were fortunate to have met her. I wish I could have.
oh, this is a lovely portrait of her. it was so much fun to read her comments on others' post. she was so lively and adorable. love love love and gratitude
A very beautiful tribute.

*nodding*
I wish I had a story, but I don't. Glad you guys were able to go out for her birthday, and I hope they are able to get ahold of Bonnie.

All my best wishes to her family & friends
Thank you for sharing your real-life meeting. I am still in shock. I barely knew DakiniDancer except as a lively person I could always count on to have fun with in comments sections. I had assumed she was much younger than I, because she exuded such vitality.
I feel privileged to have spent that afternoon with her so close to the end, which we could never have seen coming, it felt like the start of a wonderful friendship
This broke my heart when I heard the news this morning. I will miss her kindness, sweet humor and zest for life.
My sadness is only averted by her wonderful writing here. I think of her as dancing somewhere else.
I'm so glad that you got to see the real person behind the avatar. It's a privilege that so many of us missed out on. Thank you for sharing the story. It makes her more real for me; it's funny though. My grief is real.
Sirenita,

Thanks for sharing this with us....it's nice to get a more personal accounting of people we've only known as virtual friends....it makes her time here more real and meaningful. You describe her exactly as I'd imagined.
I have just visited her blog, to read a bit more of her... her words are there, a part of her lively spirit is here, on this Salon... this is a very sad day.
Thank you. Oh, my.........
I appreciate the personal glimpse.......
thanks for sharing your experience with her.
The way she left us comforts me b/c it was fast. The fact that she was vivacious and healthy till the end is a wonderful thing. She was swimming and then she wasnt. She was/is a great soul.

She was nice and oh so funny and she had an edge that I liked. And this is the biggest lesson always for me, she lived life on her terms even if she didnt get to eat out as much as she wanted, she was pretty much self actualized.

I'm sad and I'll miss her.
Thank you - I'm so happy to know a little more. These tiny human moments say so much more about her. Artists carry the whole world's sorrow and beauty in their hearts.

Today, for me, it is the sorrow.
"She was playful, funny, spiritual and sexy. I want to have more of her. I hope others share stories."

I have no stories so thank you for this Sirenita. All I have is the memories of her positiveness and playfulness. Always a joy....
Many thanks for sharing this, SirenitaLake. I regretfully have no stories. I wish though that I did.
i'm glad you got to meet josie, and i thank you for sharing your first hand experience of her with us. i only knew her from our interactions here in OS, but she was as warm and nice of a person as there was here, and she never failed to make me smile. her passing leaves a big hole here.
thank you for sharing your memories.
Thank you for painting another portrait of the woman we came to love and now must bid farewell to. At least on this plane of existence.
I never even met her til the day she died, alas........but
i was most impressed, and was inspired to look
up the word dakini.

I went to my favorite Book of Mythology &
found it means a tantic princess, embodying
the spirit of Kali...

Kali.....

Like western witches
dakinis held their meetings in cemetarys and
cremation grounds, having charge of
preparation of the dead body...

I'd rather look at it like this: dakinis in the air,
beware, but dont fret
they will not ge you until you let them.....

and when you are ready for the dakini in yr life, go and find her
flow....


Bless her. Jim