Borrowed from catpaw and vgnwtch

[sabrinamari]

Post a (real) memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember of you.

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I'm Jason, if you didn't know. ^^

[godcat.livejournal.com]

I remember exchanging backrubs after (before?) a Braided Stream circle in wintertime (early 98), all the usual suspects of the time present and pleasantly so. I remember it because you initiated it; I thought that it was because you felt I didn't feel included or was isolated. I was fine, but it was nice anyway. Thank you. : )

The first time I saw you . . .

[stephandcurtis.livejournal.com]

Just outside of Payson, AZ, I believe. A voluptuous goddess with dark, wild hair billowing in the hot summer air came walking towards me, out from beneath a tree in our desert camp. You were wearing a button-down shirt as if you were in a Victoria's Secret catalogue, with *almost* no buttons being used, tied at the waist, and cleavage TO THERE! All I could think was damn, I wish I could be that sexy!

[jr0124.livejournal.com]

I remember you and Dorothy in Tai Chi class at Rutgers. I saw Dorothy pentacle and worked up the nerve to ask you guys about it. If it weren't for that moment I don't know if I'd be as involved in the local pagan community as I am.

Just One?

[warning-dca.livejournal.com]

I have to pick a memory? This could be tough...

I remember when my parents and I visited you at Rutgers years ago, and you let me play with your oils like a mad scientist while you and the rent's chatted it up.

~Sarah (dove) Miller

[vgnwtch.livejournal.com]

Only one? Impossible! I remember the shock of realising that you honestly didn't know that you were percieved as a real knock-out, and being bewildered that someone as obviously beautiful as you didn't know you were. I remember the time when I asked you if you'd felt something odd earlier in the day, because I'd felt my 3rd eye chakra go "BING! Sabrina calling!"; we pinpointed it to the time when you were on the bus and felt your forehead buzz. I remember you talking me into talking to your medical anthropology class and thinking "I wouldn't do this for anyone outside Braided Stream..." I remember you not skinning me alive when I messed up your essential oil. I remember lots of laughing.

Christopher & Christy's Wedding

[herne-in-ak.livejournal.com]

I remember slicing fruit with you and your mom on the back porch of the cabin in Sedona that Christopher & Christy had rented for thier wedding. We had an inordinate amount of fun!

[seedmoon.livejournal.com]

Where to start?
Perhaps at the beginning.

Those we were circling with, the same people that introduced us, had been warning us about "the scary Sabrina". She "used magic and worked with dark energies" and they were concerned that she was too reckless to be in Blue Star.
None the less they did eventually bring you to a circle at our home. I was prepared to meet a crow faced, beedy eyed woman with a permanent sneer on her lips. Then they arrived with you bringing up the rear.
You were wearing a parka type coat with the fur rimmed hood pulled up. I suppose it was probably gray or tan but the fur that ringed your face is gleaming white in my memory. A pure white halo that surrounded an Angelic face that stopped me breathless. Your smile was warm and friendly and shy and absolutely genuine.
(I'll skip my reaction to the rest of you when you removed the coat.)
You were friendly but a bit quiet that evening and seemed a bit uncomfortable in these strangers' home. At one point you were sitting quietly by yourself and I walked up to you and tried to make conversation to make you feel more welcomed. Being shy myself I searched for something to say and I chose to compliment you on the nail polish you were wearing. You thanked me and said it was your favorite color, the color of menstrual blood.
Inside I went AAHHH!! but all I could come out with is, "oh".
So much for my attempt at small talk. :p
Hey, I was just a baby Pagan at the time, I wasn't used to such statements.

[catpaw67.livejournal.com]

From long ago:
A rebirthing ritual for Imbolc at your old place in Piscataway.

The election night party for Clinton the first time.

You and I playing fetch with Luna. She loved those jingle bells.

From recently:
Your face the moment you realized you actually would have time to do the Aftel aroma class with me! Can't wait.

Only One?

[wild-place-king.livejournal.com]

Fourteen years ago, shortly after I had met you, you gave me a Tarot reading in which you told me my life was going to change, possibly for the better, but definitely a big change, and soon. You also saw three people in the cards, leading to two. Then you noticed that there was a card stuck to the bottom of the Tower card. When you discovered this, you separated the two and it was the Death card. You said "Holy Shit, that is fucking interesting."

Well, my dear, you were right in each respect: interesting, big change, three to two. I won't soon forget that memory. I wish you could read for me again, regardless of the outcome.

[oaktavia.livejournal.com]

okay... some of my best memories of you: (in no particular order)

oo-fa-la ma-ching-gala! :-D

That talk that you, Scott & I shared on your balcony - 2 days after "the confession" and the strength that you showed in being able to 'differentiate' form our situation *way* before you had found that book!

How happy you were in the gown that I made for the big-wigs party.

(ok - now this one might be confusing - but it'll make sense once you read it all)
The look on your face... (shock, confusion, & different levels of fear, and trying not to show it so as not to hurt my feelings)
after turning in the 31pg ritual (w/11pgs of footnotes! LOL), and you said 'ok now all you have to work on is your past...'
and then I told you of my emotional/psychological background...
**AND YOU ~KEPT~ ME ANYWAY**
being the rock/foundation/strength that did more than *talk* about perfect love & perfect trust... but demonstrated it - consistantly & constantly... & thus giving me the strength to move beyond the pain & fear of the past, and to re-learn Trust (visual aid: like the parent who - after taking off the training wheels, runs along side of the bike helping with the balance... but knowing - even before the child thinks their ready - when to let go, so that they can soar by themselves)
And finally the look on your face when I earned my 3rd degree... because we both knew in that moment that I was peddling on my own
and despite all of it, that you still don't realize that without you - it never would have come to pass.

:::tears of joy & gratitude:::
love you, thanks.