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August 14, 2007


Cate (Kerrdelune)

Thank you, this made me cry, and I am still crying.

I am truly happy that Shekhinah's suffering is over, but oh how I miss her, no more of her raucous laughter (now on this plane anyway, no more of calls and/or middle-of-the-night messages.


Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, Cate! Shekhinah was ever the night owl (I thought about this when I had to get up so early yesterday morning for the funeral!) and I wouldn't be surprised if she pops into dreams with some middle-of-the-night messages from the other side of the veil! *big hug to you*


Now, THAT is how to bury a witch.


Thank you so much for sharing this on your blog - and for your earlier post as well. There are so many of us that cared deeply for Shekhinah and feel her loss, it means a lot to have access to information about her passing and how she is being celebrated and honoured.

Goddess of Leonie

blessed be, blessed be, blessed be.

i love the image of the wild gnarled tree and the ululating women out the window.

may the winds and the wolves howl her home.

thank you for all you did for this planet, shekhinah.


I have goosebumps. Shekhinah's life and now her death and even her burial give me so much hope. Beautiful.


The first women's circle I belonged to chose Shekinah's book "Ariadne's Thread" for our group work. It was an inspired choice and enriched all of us in different ways. I still have that book and still treasure it. She will be missed. I look forward to perhaps meeting her in the next life and receiving her wisdom firsthand.

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