dearest rikki, marika,
woman of the mermaid hair,
the avalon grace,
the ethereal air.
your warm smile, hands, embrace, words.
i shared these pictures with my spirit*mentor.
she drew a finger softly over your face and said:
this woman has known sadness, but she also knows joy.
and you do. you beautiful, beautiful woman.
i wish for you to see yourself as we see you,
as the great goddess sees you and loves you.
you are a treasure to know.
as we sat beneath the tree, i asked you what you wanted from the photos.
you spoke in the gentle voice of yours, with the familiar smile not far behind:
i want to have photos of me i like.
oh, and i like ethereal.
you made me giggle.
and then you made me gasp.
as i saw you behind the lens, i began seeing you as being the epitome of that.
you were gweneviere, you were princess and priestess,
you were long ago and in the moment.
your eyes saw celtic lands i did not see.
mists rolled through.
i do not know if you knew, but i kept breaking into smiles, gasping as you BECAME you.
it was a miracle indeed.
thank you for revealing, showing, baring your ethereal you~ness with the world.