I have been meaning to post something on the untimely passing of Lynn.  13 years long years ago she was our first introduction into KWS and the Waldorf way.  Both Aaron and Jonathan were in Lynn's magical kindergarten class and she ushered us in to this school in her own quiet, strong, committed and confident way.

I remember how she immediately understood Aaron and what he needed at that time.  We had just moved to this area and Aaron felt totally uprooted from friends and familiar places.  He was much more affected by this move than we had expected and the way that he coped was to keep his distance from "the group".  I think he spent most of the first few months in class standing nearly by himself.  Lynn's innate understanding and nurturing soul gave Aaron the space and time he needed to be come acclimated to his new world.  I think that her gentle approach greatly helped Aaron and we have been forever grateful to her for this gift.

We went to Lynn's funeral at Rose Hall on Saturday.  There was a wonderfully large turnout - the space was filled.  The service was filled with beautiful music, a touching re-telling of the significant milestones in her life and a warm feeling that this is the way we should be honoring Lynn.

For those of you who could not attend the funeral, I thought I would reproduce a passage that was in the booklet that was handed out at the funeral.  It seems "so Lynn".

MESSENGER

My Work is Loving the World.

Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness.  

 Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. 

Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old?  Is my coat torn? 

Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?

Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my Work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.

The phoebe, the delphinium.

The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing, since all of the ingredients are here.

Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes,

a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug up clam,

telling them all, over and over, how it is that we will live forever.

-Mary Oliver