She was an artist.
Her work extended to jewelry, costumes, painting. She had a way of expressing her spirit, imbuing her work with it, that rendered her soul accessible.
That is the apex, the epitome of an artist’s goal. It takes courage and talent.
I met her in a jewelry store some years ago. Her husband is a jeweler. They found each other through the creation of her art. Her life was like that: following and defined by her ability to create.
A strange feeling I’ve learned to recognize had been haunting me since mid-December. But life and obligations and duties and necessities distract one from following up on these psychic blips that one never mentions…that one keeps secret because they invariably prove true and intensely private.
But today I gritted my teeth and followed the indefinable promptings.
I found her.
She died. Mid-December. Unexpectedly.
Of all the people I’ve encountered in my life, she was one of the two I can say I envied. In my lexicon there is a difference between jealousy and envy. Jealousy has a tinge of hostility. Envy is a tribute.
So this is my farewell and tribute to a gentle spirit and a beautiful soul.
Melinda Mary Rogers Cowdery…artist.
Thank you for sharing your art and your spirit.