~ 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
Japanese New Year in El Sereno 2013
This was possibly Donna and my first Japanese New Year's celebration, where folks rolled sushi, ate chicken teriyaki that Donna slaved over, and other delicacies from Donna's family tradition. We wanted to ring in the Ne
This kind of says it all
Digging through photos from the past and I came upon this one from that fateful Rosarito weekend that, at least for me, sums up Adela. It encapsulates the "ah, fuck it" nature of Adela. She was down for just about anythi
Again, I am not sure of the year, 1992 or 1993 maybe. A bunch of friends celebrated Adela's birthday and it was an event filled with laughter and camaraderie and good food. I wish we could do it again.
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