Jelisava

"A raw and rainy night is left outside, as we enter a beautiful cozy room.

A circle of women is gathered but one friend is missing, one chair empty.

A ritual begins. Salt, water, sage, bells call forth a blessing of memory of their dear friend.

Gradually the chair holds a form, as stories are sculpted with the clay of loving words.

With laughter and tears, the women mold the clay with remembrance.

Each friend in the circle has fleshed out the beauty of this lovely woman; facets of personality, texture, movement, serenity and her endearing spirit.

The chair has been filled, the circle closed. Anita lives in our hearts and minds."

~ Remembering, by Franciska