Memories of our Hieromum

It’s been funny how we are hearing from people all over the world about Laura. For us she was our Hieromum, we had forgotten that we shared her with people all over the world. We never took her for granted but somehow we always thought she would be there. There was always another ordination or ritual or Faire coming up and Laura would be there… and now she is not. There is a Grand Canyon size hole in all our hearts.


I have so many memories that float through in random pictures. Laura bringing back Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone from England on one of her many trips before it was released here and telling me I had to read it. That I was going to fall in love and I did.


The Birthday BBQ I gave myself and no one else showed up but Laura and her being a bit miffed at me because we didn’t have a corkscrew for the wine she brought because we don’t drink.


Laura showing up for my ordination in a Xena t-shirt because she knew I was fan and being flabbergasted when I showed up in a dress. We laughed so hard. She was sure I was going to be in jeans and a t-shirt or button down since I rarely dress up.


Her little notes about what she liked when I posted a new story. The last one I got I think was the one about Aurelia the jellyfish. I didn’t tell her that the Latin word for a moon jelly is Aurelia, I wish I had.


Her “by the way you need to lead the “knot of Isis” now” with little or no warning because she knew I could.


Her supporting me at Mom and Dad’s funerals. Her kindness when my little brother died and my heart broke.


Her gentle and not so gentle pushes when I got shy sometimes. Her humour and straight forwardness when she thought some one was behaving badly. She didn’t suffer fools or blowhards gladly but she was nice to their face.


Her writing me after I posted about DianaWynneJones’ death and how I’d enjoyed her books and asking me where should she start reading. Allowing me to return the favour of introducing her to HarryPotter.


Allowing me to lead our annual forays into botanical gardens every spring. I’d wanted to do the Arboretum this year but this year she was too ill and I just couldn’t bring myself to schedule it without her. Remembering walks at the Huntington, Descanso, Sepulveda and RanchoSanta AnaBotanical Garden. Our Museum trips for Cleopatra or the PacificAsiaMuseum or the Bowers, always with a good meal of tea along the way.


Going over to Laura’s house when I knew she wasn’t home and planting roses and flowers and herbs in her front yard, just because.