Well. This sucks. I have yet to make peace that you have moved on to your next adventure. Supposedly if we're highly evolved which you most certainly were Karin, we choose our exit. I wonder how many people you will recognise on the other side? You will have a blast there :)
In 1976 I was hitch hiking in northwestern Ontario where I live, you were on route to British Columbia. You and Cybil the dog picked me up then stayed at my house for a week! We had a history of souls before we met and were meant to meet. You totally understood my language when I'd describe beauty in the bush...blew me away that you got it!
You made many trips to Ontario to the different places I lived~ how nice of you to make those efforts. I visited you and Neil on that long island. From you, I became the new mother of Strangelove...yet another one of your rescue dogs.
Thank you sweet one for coming into my life. Hurts like hell that you're in a different place. Dear Neil and Soren, you know the heartache will pass. Until then, I send you healing and humourous (in Canada we spell it with a 'u'!) dazzling light.
Until we meet again Karin~ and I comment on how you could braid your kinky hair without using an elastic to hold the ends in place...I love you so much,
xo Janice xo
Karin, dear friend, I think of you every day. Sometimes it's something I want to show you or share, sometimes it's a question I need your deep, expansive knowledge and sometimes it's a question about your life. I'm always thinking "What would Karin do?" or "Karin, what should I do?"
I feel your presence in everything I do. Thank you for watching over me and loving me. I know that you know how much I love you.
I am a friend of Kristina’s—I would occasionally see Karin here in Charlottesville. Ah, Karin a true sprite! I will always remember your braids, your overalls, your popup energy and expansive views, we would fall into conversation even if years had passed. Your distinctive voice, crinkled nose and infectious laughter even last summer at our city market...pure puck, pure you. We will miss you so.
Her constant, warm smile, her pigtail braids, and the way she deliberately paused to think sometimes before answering a question - the latter something I always admired and sometimes wish for the rest of us as the model behavior a good - no, great - person. They'll be missed.
I'll remember her as my childhood pal Nick's awesome and bubbly aunt, Neil's constant companion, Soren's mother, dog lover, wonderful neighbor and an ever-encouraging force to try all things new.
Our time here will be a little dimmer without you, Karin.
Hi Neil and Soren.
I am so sorry for your loss and ours, though I feel Karin's spirit every time I hear someone laugh. Such a beautiful soul. I will treasure the memories of all of us in Baba's backyard, grilling vegetables, playing music, being peaceful. I remember the beautiful fish Karin painted in the pool. I remember the kiln she built out back. Mom loved every moment she and Karin had together, in health and in trying times. She lit up the world, and she lights it up still with her art.
Much love to you both,
Paul
To my very sweetest best cousin, who was always kind and gentle. Who was more concerned about others comfort than her own. Who was more connected than anyone else. I will never forget your kackle
, and what fun you were. I will never forget how kind you were to me as a child. I will never forget the many times you got in your truck to come up here to visit; the shared moments in gardens, concerts, games and family. Your spirit will live on in our hearts and memories, in all it's sweetness. Everytime I work in the Memorial Garden now, I see the plants you gave me cascading down that difficult hill space, and I think warm, sweet kind thought of you. I trust you are in a better place now, free to love!!!!
A Little Celebration Of You
Dear Karin,
You are my good, brave and strong willed sister
companion for the full circle of our lives…
keeper, painter and kind nurse to countless
cats, canines, crows, small birds, bats and frogs’
Keeper of overflowing gardens – cornucopia girl -
Venus rising from her garden
arms flush with bouquets of kale, chard, carrots,
lush with lettuces and leeks…
a ‘jill’ of all trades: carpenter, paper maker, wall painter,
fine painter of everything – wild life, still life
trees standing stark and still in silence
trees sequenced with light
You embellish all you touch with a bit of beauty -
Rich in laughter and kindness
Light hearted, generous to all beings
Thank you, dearie, for your many kindnesses and
generosities to me and my children through the years,
And also, dearie, for bringing your dear Neil and Soren
into the circle of our lives.
Your circle, our circle, spirals, cycles, and on onward -
Listen – In the East they say that we are the Ocean in a drop,
A drop in an Ocean of Love
an Ocean of Light
where we all meet again
With all my love, xoxoxo, Kristina
see ya soon
Karin, I am thinking of this website as a wind telephone to you. I walk in your woods with Honey and I see your hand everywhere. I am at once comforted and frustrated, because I want to ask you "what is that little purple-blue flower? I love it.." I know I will meet you again, I hope not too soon, and in the meantime I hope you are cavorting in beams of light xo