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August 12, 2007



Beautifully said.



A beautiful remembrance. Thank you.

Shekhinah also wrote one of my circle's favorite chants: "Make for yourself a power spot, Bring you a spoon and a cookin' pot -- Bring air, bring fire, bring water, bring earth . . . And you a new universe will birth . . ." Blessed be, Shekhinah.

Beth atwood

Oh so sad. Thank you for your words. When I first began my pagan studies, Ariadne's Thread was the book I used, oh so long ago.
Blessed be.


Thank you for this beautiful remembrance Lunaea. I never knew her personally, except through your words, but I will miss her nonentheless.


Thank you for your loving words, everyone. I wanted to add that the image that accompanies this post is a painting of Sappho by Charles August Mengin. Sappho was a favorite muse of Shekhinah's.


Thank you so much for this. Beautiful.

Bella Luna

Are hearts are sad for this loss. The sweet Goddess will comfort us all. May we all learn to Breath, Relax, Feel, Watch and Allow.


Thank you for posting this beautiful remembrance.

Ariadne's Thread was among one of the first books I bought when I began my path... Her loving words and teaching in that book touch me deeply...

I still treasure a short e-mail I received from her back in 2002, when I wrote her to tell her how much I liked her poem "So She Stirs."

I am glad to learn she had a peaceful passing, surrounded by so many loved ones.

Cate (Kerrdelune)

Shekhinah was a friend, and I loved her dearly - her passing leaves a great big painful hole in everything.

Goddess of Leonie

Blessed be beautiful Shekhinah, you have touched my life even over the seas.


It is so good to hear the thoughts in my heart echoed in your words. I too met Shekhinah in the late seventies and eighties. Her way of raising the rainbow cone and chanting MAA has been with me all my life. Throughout my life I have found it hard to find others to circle with who also followed her ways of trancework. People would say they were "Between the worlds" when they really weren't there. Shekhinah would guide us to really go to that place. She always directed us to set aside ordinary talk in ritual and to only speak in poetry, dance, and music.

I am sad that I was out of touch and didn't get to say goodbye to my teacher. I am glad to know that people realize what an amazing priestess she was and how humbly she dedicated her life to the goddess. Blessed be, Devora

Dancing Heart

Absolutely beautiful! Many Thanks!
She was honored at Earth Spirits in Massachusetts after her passing.
Shekhinah lives on....Blessed Be


Very beautiful thoughts and memories. They bring to mind my early days of finding women's spirituality and the names of the "stars" I admired from afar. We are all connected. We are not alone. We are WomanSpirit. Blessed be.

Wanda Rice

Thanks so very much Lunea. I will always treasure what Shekinah means to me, even when I never knew her. Your words brought weeping from my soul. I just don't understand why I am so attached to this wonderful woman. She lives on for sure. Thanks again, Vesta Storm

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