I called her Magic.
My body was not an easy negotiation.
I came roaring out of the womb 3.5 early and was on the small side. Was always first in line when asked to stand in size order. I had a lot of unfavorable nicknames for which I overcompensated with willfulness.
I came out small and full of fire into this great mysterious world with a precise gps that pointed and awakened me to trouble as skillfully as it did to safety.
My hurt body found a safe harbor on her shores.
She never gave up on me.
She was a combination of abiding discipline, dedication, perseverance, unwavering loyalty, good humor, humility, wholehearted living, artistry, curiosity, clarity, incisive truth, exquisite boundaries, a quest for learning, and explosive pockets of joy.
She could straddle the tension of limbo in my own life and in hers.
She taught me well and she is still teaching me beyond her body and beyond my own.
She is Magic.
She will always be Magic.
She was more than a body. More than a name. More than a teacher. More than a list of things I can name here.
She is.
She is.
She is
Magic.
Dedication,
Lisa Rotell
3.3.1964 - 4.23.2018
April 23, 2023
