My friend Annemarie Roeper died last Friday at 9:15. Her daughter and niece were with her. She passed peacefully.
She was horrified by Fox "news", but they did do a lovely piece on her. The video is touching and inspiring. She and her husband created a school where "everyone is so happy they will never do anything bad like the Nazis". They wanted each child to create their own identity and speak their own truth.
I sit this morning, looking out on the ridge, thinking of those I know and love who have died. I feel like cotton candy, pieces of me plucked into a wider expansiveness, a dissolving perhaps, that feels very alive and conscious.
I'm going to be away this weekend, five weekends in a row, I realize, unusual for me, and yet, just right. I'm going to a retreat center for a conference on Sensory Awareness.
There are three women who have influenced my adult life, three women outside my mother and grandmothers. One is Charlotte Selver, the founder of Sensory Awareness. The other is Marion Rosen, the founder of Rosen Method, and the other is Annemarie Roeper, the co-founder of the Roeper School. Her influence is in her own right, as Annemarie, and also through her daughter, my friend Karen.
All three of these elders have now passed. All three were German, and because they were Jewish forced to flee Nazi Germany. All came here, and brought something precious to share. I am graced to have known each one, and through them to more clearly learn the power of knowing my inner well enough to soften in the grace of tears.
Marion said "Tears are Liquid Love". I believe this to be so. I'm grateful for the moisture that glistens my eyes and my heart. It feels like dew.