A sad Ostara

Spring has come, and though it’s typically a time of joy and anticipation I have a heavy heart.  I’ve just learned that my Beloved High Priestess, Judy Harrow, passed away last night.

Even when you know that death is part of the cycle of life. Even when you know that age brings health issues and the promise of passing, it still feels unexpected when someone crosses.

I am blessed for having known you, my dear Priestess.

I am blessed for our many conversations, and the times of teaching and sharing.

May your journey be beautiful, and filled with the bird-song and blossoms of Spring.  We shall meet, know, and love again.