The memorial was beautiful, the day was perfect and there was a yard full of support.

I was touched (to the core of my being) when Lama showered my friend with rose petals. I saw it as such a beautiful, multilayered tribute to her motherhood -and it wrenched my soul.

I can't write about this yet. Suffice it to say, the entire ceremony was beautiful. I don't mean beautiful like a flower, or a sunset. I mean more beautiful then standing in the presence of Goddess. I have never been touched in the way that memorial service has touched me.

It's easy to write flowing words of praise, and I find that the English language is not big enough to describe Quinn's memorial service. There's no sense of drama for me here, this all just is.