Let’s drink a toast to Donna
who relished quality wine
she lived her life with gusto
and ended it by design
Chocolate, fine food, and cigarettes were among her vices
lung cancer is tough going even for the strong
smoking led to her untimely demise
after diagnosis , her time on Earth was not long
A Pisces at heart, she enjoyed a relaxing bath
filled to the brim with bubbles
apparently the bubbly immersion
melted away her troubles
She was my online friend
an astrologer like no other
we both had colon issues
she doted on me like a mother
Feisty, generous, stubborn, and direct
we could have similar genes
how do you miss someone you never met
except within a dream?
This quickly put together scrappy poem is my salute to Donna, who passed away on December 8th. I knew of her years before I “met her” on Facebook as I had bought one of her books on lunar nodes. She was a teacher, healer, astrologer, mother, friend, and organizer of a very special annual astrology conference. She was a very knowledgeable person and lectured on many topics including gemstones and astrology. Donna was also a regular speaker at the magickal Lilydale.
Donna was not always the easiest person to get along with. The song My Way by Frank Sinatra comes to mind when I think about how she led her life. I regret that I did not have the resources to travel to meet her at a conference. I did see her in a dream and told her about it. I surmised it was a sign we would meet on this plane. She refused any treatment for the cancer and it quickly took her life. It continually amazes me how quickly beings enter and exit our sphere of existence, although I have witnessed this pattern over and over again.
We conversed often on Facebook and in private messages. We exhanged info on astrology, food, and diverticulitis. I took an online class with her on stress and the horoscope, which was great. She was so wise about so many subjects and had traveled the globe, taking in so much of what life had to offer her. Donna was an icon, yet conducted herself as down to earth as anyone. I think the smoking did her in, when all is said and done. She was uncompromising about living on her terms. I admire her for it, yet wish she could have stuck around longer.
How do you miss someone you never met , except within a dream?
Rest in peace Donna, knowing so many people loved you and that your legacy is rich and strong.
At this time of Solstice across the planet, let’s take time to appreciate the dance between dark and light, love and fear, endings and beginnings. One does not penetrate consciousness in the absence of the other in this current dimension in which we have chosen to incarnate.
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