Rose Polla Llewellyn
This morning I woke up to church bells ringing. The sound originated not far from my hotel window in the Finger Lakes.
I’m here, I realize now, to honor a woman who taught me much in life: How to grow herbs, how to roast red peppers, how to work my way around a mason jar. How to love like a lion but also a colorful chameleon, that is, no matter the circumstances.
I say that last phrase with a very open heart as I mourn the passing of Rose Llewellyn. I was not much older than my daughter when I met you Rose, a kind, compassionate, crazy soul, with many secrets. You birthed, created, and loved hard.
You earned so many badges as a woman and kept your life together in a way I seem to have learned myself. I guess I can thank you for that too.
Today I lay down my judgement sword and take the last tour your fallow garden.
What’s in a name anyway?
God Bless and God Speed Rosie.