Sometimes, it takes something drastic

Yesterday, I received word that the founder of the Protean Tradition, Judy Harrow, was dead. She had died in the night, apparently peacefully in her sleep. I have spent much of the last 24 hours in a haze of shock, and went through all of the stages of mourning save one: acceptance. I’m still trying to learn what acceptance would look like in this case. There will be more, I promise, but for now, I know that I need to put myself back into the spiritual path that I have associated with Judy for so long. I had contacted her, in fact, just about a month back, and we’d exchange some messages, and had about an hour on the phone two weeks ago. It was supposed to be our first call in a rekindled relationship. Of course, as is the painful truth in some of these cases, it was our last call.

Not much else to say right now, there will be more.


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