The phrase "Cynthia Williams" has been in my head, with vivid and particular
meanings since words first moved into the foreground of my experience. She
was a leader of the mothers at my nursery school, and the woman who had the
rocking horses that were somehow Real where I took my first little series of
piano lessons in that foggy magical house down by the Doner's in "The
Highlands". She was Don and Lydia's somehow relative, and the amazing Molly
Williams mother, a very happening sixth grader I became aware of in 5th
grade at the middle school. Gradually she seemed to be the center point of
a community of compelling and strangely awake and particular people, that I
felt pulled towards, and relieved by the fact of their existence. She was
Point Lobos, and Rocky Creek, to me, and the coast road, and a powerful
source manifesting wonderfully unique offspring, each of whom I have come to
love and cherish. Each phase of my life has been fertilized and enlivened
by Cynthia, directly and indirectly. I will forever be thankful for that,
and will think of her whenever I think of the places she was rooted, and how
she allowed and facilitated the full experience of those sacred places and
times.
May the Universe hold, protect and bring her peace in her transition, and
may we all carry her special spirit with us as we continue on our own
unpredictable and fragile journeys.
With much love,
Cyn Satchell
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