for Ellen, Mike and Maxx

was it

chance, fate, destiny

that a New Jersey farm girl 

fashioned her own Moose Head Ranch

within this small coastal community

nestled high above the rocky cove of Muir Beach

truly     a Zen story

            endlessly

recounted                                   

in little Sudoku vignettes

and unfinished puzzles

a life navigated with grace

generosity, wit, compassion

capturing even the most hard hearted 

with that simple beguiling gesture

- arched eyebrow, wild grin, infectious smile

said open up, look and let go

            “sometimes…                         

all it took

was the turn of a phrase

  …you just gotta think outside your body”

love and loyalty

twin sparks 

which enlightened an already 

independent spirit   

            that no moonless night could darken

Grand Tetons eclipse

nor Pacific fog cloud               

these passions

nurtured deep within 

illuminated the heart of an artist

big as the Tallahassee

Plantation sky

wider than the sage brush range of Jackson Hole

anything was possible in MissE’s world

from running the Snake River rapids

to pushing the envelope of illness

with a gentle healer’s hand, dearest friend, you often morphed

pain into comfort

tears to laughter 

laying down lines like 

“it was bound to happen eventually-

                                    the breakdown of the motherboard”

a visionary who became a quilter of souls

piecing together friendships   

your home a hub of activity

a turnstile of people moving 

through your ever open door

where total strangers might collide

then were linked for life

a master weaver 

you could patch, quilt and network

the colors of the rainbow

                                    as well as the stars

                        of the universe                        

                abe nahum  August 19, 2007           



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