There are some people who just light up a room, very quietly and without seeming to do more than simply be there. When you have met them, they do not slip from memory but leave behind a trace of beauty that adds its grace to your own life, changing it for the better, in some indefinable way .
I met such a woman some years ago, at a magical gathering. She already seemed to know me somehow and drew me in to the circle of warmth that she radiated. That, I think, was part of her gift for life. She was interested in people. She wanted to know their stories, not through some vague curiosity but from an openness to life and those with whom she explored its pathways.
Over the years, she became a friend. She opened her heart and home to the monthly meetings of the Silent Eye, enlivening them with an earthy wisdom, born of experience and shared with simplicity and humility. Always elegant, always beautiful, she moved through the world with an unconscious grace… yet still with an ageless gleam of mischief in her eye. You felt that she was a kindred spirit.
I loved her….we all did. We are going to miss her.
Sheila Chadwick 1935 – 2017