“On Death” by Michele Plumb Stowell (1966-2021) Compiled by Nyasha Stowell from her Mom’s Notes

Yet as the mind experiences a sense of loss, the only thing I want for you is the resonance of great love . . . true love . . . evolved, altruistic, blissful and ecstatic love! I love you!

Now I have died- first know, it was just my body! I will always be near, loving you with even greater completeness. I will always be there to help with your sad moments, to assist with strength, when all seems lost. Right next to you. Not even a molecule of distance.

I will also be around when all is wonderful, happy, and filled with laughter, because I love the laughter!

If you want to honor me, I would suggest:

Watching a sunset.

Sunset behind the mountain

Cooking for someone.

Visiting a beach.

Giving food to the food bank.

Sorting out what you no longer need.

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Reading the Tiffany series (Terry Pratchett).

Creating a dream catcher with an open center.

A woman holding a dreamcatcher

Moments of communion

Visiting the earth sanctuary.

Eating incredible Creme Brulee.

Walking, noticing the breeze.

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Seeking your inner Truth.

Each person in my world deserves dedicated pages of gratitude. I don’t want that left unsaid. I am soooooo grateful for the experiences we have shared!

I am so in love with the moments of hell and the moments of heaven. If I had a magic wand, I would wave it over you so that the realization of that love could always be with you. Each person and each experience. So valuable. Although I’ve really enjoyed all of the crazy gatherings, the moments that pop out are ones of communion. I’m not talking about moments in church, but the greater experiences of connection: the tears when speaking about transitions in our lives, the quiet contemplation in a shared space, the lightning storm on the hillside.

Thank you. Thank you for being amazing. Thank you for showing and sharing your true self here and there. Thank you for being in my life!

I know that we cannot be separated by something as paltry as death. Yet as the mind experiences a sense of loss, the only thing I want for you is the resonance of great love . . . true love . . . evolved, altruistic, blissful and ecstatic love! I love you! The end (or is it just the beginning?)

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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