Oh look, it's Dietrich

Cora Anderson, Mother of Feri, is Dead

Oh sweet soft sharp unfathomable Life I praise thee
Oh deep black timeless fortunate Death I honor thee
To the veil that’s billowing where I stand
To the ushering through to the darkened land
To our mother finally meeting the Mother
To the joyous, endless twining of hands
Raise a glass to her passing and pour some for she
Who is free
Who is free
Who is free

The blind shaman greets his queen
Our tears pour onto the earth
Her body melts into the green
Her souls skip toward a new birth.



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Cora Anderson, co-founder of the Feri Tradition, died on Beltaine. She was 93. Many have written about it in the past few days: my favorite is Thorn's description of the death watch, here.

Happy travels, Cora. I only wish I had ever gotten to meet you.


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