~ walk with her ~
We loved her.
We walk with her still.
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. https://poems.com/poem/when-great-trees-fall/
A path we keep walking, together.
Adela left us before we could say goodbye. This site is a small, quiet room — a place to leave a story, a song, a photograph; to write the letter you didn't get to send; to begin, slowly, the work of carrying what she gave us forward.
Walk with us, for as long as you need.
recently
From her circle
Vermont—seasons convulse
Waiting for Godot, Fall your favorite season, Mountains turned unkind.
Minnesota—forward and backward
The air can be soft, Embrace the cold? Or endure, Dormant or garden?
Geneva II—uncertain change
Hiking la Saleve, Time folding into still rooms, COVID solitude.
unsealed
Letters to Adela
Dear Adela,
We had a deep connection from the start … even though it was sparked by that disagreement between us both, funny enough it led to the beginning of a rather intensive, durable friendship despite the long gaps of correspondence and reconnecting after Bogota. You were like a si
Dear Adela,
Thank you for showing me how strong women can be, and that we can achieve anything we set our eyes on. I was still in high school when my mom, Anne-Cecile, told us all about this Adela she’d met and how adventurous she was! I immediately clicked when we met, with how you were alw