Susan Edwards, longtime friend, artist, poet, Naropa University ‘foremother’ & elephant journal columnist, has passed away. Please send her well-wishes & do tonglen for her.

Via Waylon Lewis
on Nov 26, 2008
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Susan Edwards.

Biography, via Maron Greenleaf:

Susan Holleley Edwards
April 9, 1943 – November 25, 2008

Susan Edwards of Boulder passed away shortly before noon on November 25 in the presence of her partner of 28 years, Denny Robertson, and two old friends.

Susan was born in Chicago to George Edwards and Galdys Mitchell Edwards on April 9, 1943. She moved to Boulder in 1978 after completing a Masters degree in English and American Literature at the University of Illinois at Champaign/Urbana.


She was many things to many people: an artist, teacher, counselor, mentor, student, and dear friend. As an artist, she worked in many mediums including photography, printmaking, ceramics, poetry and prose, pen and ink, and bookmaking. This work was displayed at venues including the museums of contemporary art in Boulder and Denver. Her written work has been published, including The Wild West Wind/Remembering Allen Ginsberg, performed, and printed in publications like Elephant Journal. Susan and her partner Denny cultivated a wonderful garden, which many Boulderites were able to visit as part of the Eccentric Garden Tour.

Susan taught at both Naropa University and the University of Colorado at Boulder. She is remembered for encouraging precise yet creative thought and expression and helping her students and those she mentored find what they loved in life. Susan counseled many students, clients, and friends through the difficult and joyful times of their lives. An avid student herself, Susan studied the sacred teachings of many traditions including Tibetan Buddhism, Judaism, and Western mysticism. Always offering a fresh perspective, she thought on a level deeper and different than most.

She was a beloved member of many communities and will be dearly missed by her many friends and companions from her 30 years in Boulder. She is survived by her partner Denny Robertson, her brother Robert Upman, her sister Mary Huck, her niece Holly Lewis, her goddaughter Maron Greenleaf, and her two cats Gorbi and Boo. Tributes to Susan can be found online at elephant journal ( and The Chronicles of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche ( Services in the Shambhala Buddhist tradition will be held at the Boulder Shambhala Center (1345 Spruce St.) at 5pm on Friday, November 28. All who knew Susan are welcome. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to the Boulder Shambhala Center.


Susan Edwards died this morning at 11:50 a.m. MST at her home in Boulder, Colorado.
At her side was her partner, Denny Robertson, her god-child, Maron Greenleaf, and her life long friend, Muffie Noble.

Please continue to hold Susan and Denny and family in your tonglen practice.

Susan and Denny.

Below: Maron Greenleaf, ex-elephant journal editor, Dharma Brat—and goddaughter to Susan and Denny (at left):

Denny, Maron, Susan.

The below is via Waylon Lewis, editor of, for which Susan was a principal columnist for the last four years.

Only a few months after our friend Denise passed away, I just heard two nights ago standing out on Pearl Street in the dark that Susan Edwards was, suddenly, near death. This morning, she died.

Who was Susan? She helped to create Naropa University, back in the day. She was an artist, a Boulder original, a godmother to one of my best friends. I knew her as a sort of fierce, caring aunt. She was always so supportive of me and my efforts with starting up this little, independent Trungpa-inspired magazine. She always saw the best in me (and, I suspect, everyone), even as she kept me honest with her wry smile and wild pronouncements upon reality. A skilled artist and characterful writer—her voice came through loud and clear—I’m frankly depressed and angry she won’t be around to see me run for City Council, as we’d discussed, to see me make elephant a success, as she’d tried to help me do, to sit with her at the Trident or see her randomly around town.

Well, here’s a link to one of her articles. Here’s another. She did a great one, with amazing illustrations from a book of hers, on her friendship with and admiration of Beat Buddhist poet Allen Ginsberg, once, but we don’t got that online yet—you can however buy the book she wrote, Wild West Wind, there’s 24 copies left at time of writing. She wrote (and illustrated) many more for me and elephant’s readers, but they’re not all posted online, yet. We’ll rectify that soon.

What’s important, now, however, is to send her your best wishes—whether you knew her or no, if you had some connection with her through her salty, fun, snarky and loving “Astrolophants” in ele over the last few years.

How do you do tonglen, traditionally done for loved ones near or far when they’re in need or in ill-health? Click here.

To the Noble Sangha,

Susan Edwards of Boulder is very ill.

She has been actively treating a rare inflammatory breast cancer for some months with good results until last Wednesday when pain, exhaustion, and shortness of breath brought her to the Hospice Residential Care Center. Because she has affirmed repeatedly that she would never elect western-style treatments, she qualified for full Medicare support for Hospice home health care. The plan was to get her pain medications and oxygen support stabilized over a couple of days of residential care. We intended to bring her home and resume her well-crafted alternative treatments. However, the relief found in the generous Hospice care gave her support to give up the fight. Only days later, the diagnosis is end-stage. She is intermittently awake only a few hours a day, communicating only with great difficulty, drinking and eating little.

She is pleased to be home, supported by family and visiting Hospice nursing. She is comfortable and mostly pain and anxiety-free. She thanks us all for our concern but cannot invite visitors with what little energy she has remaining.

For an immediate update on her condition you may call Leigh Collings at 303-931-7095. Written updates will follow every other day on Sangha Announce. Please do not call or visit her home where she is resting and in good care.

Please include her and her family in your prayers and Tonglen practice as she prepares to make her journey.

Thank you, Denny Robertson

Photo courtesy Brian Spielmann:

I just received the below writings of Susan via her publisher and friend, Jennifer. ~ W.


My name is Jennifer Heath. Susan Edwards is one of my oldest and dearest friends. I’m writing to tell you that I very much appreciate the exquisite write-up you did about her. Another friend sent me the link. Thank you so much.

I am the publisher of Baksun Books, a tiny imprint here in Boulder. I published Susan’s book about Allen. It’s called The Wild West Wind. It is a charming, beautiful little creation. (I noted you didn’t have the title, so here it is.)

In 2007, I also published an anthology called “Uncontained: Writers and Photographers in the Garden and the Margins.” It includes a poem that Susan and I worked on together (she was very tired at the time, so we collaborated) that is comprised of excerpts from the columns she was writing for Elephant. I have attached it. Please feel free to use it.

In peace and with love for Susan,

The Seasons

Winter Solstice
Conundrums for those who aren’t afraid of the dark.
Save us from suffering, loneliness
and the usual confusion.
Darkness has its uses.

Spring Equinox
Creativity. The return of this generating force.
“Together” alludes us moment to moment.
Our strategy for unceasing comfort and affluence has resulted in global toastiness.
Will there be more chances to test our mettle,
the courage it takes to be a generous earthling?
Spring challenges and cuts through our chilly cynicism.
We didn’t mean to be such poor apprentices or stewards of our global bunkhouse.
Leap, bound, vault, and hop over haunting melancholy.
The bunkhouse is a mansion with accommodation and water for all.

Summer Equinox
Stones of fire.
Time of garden splendor.
Everyone seeks the heat of the sun.
To forget everything in the bright, blinding light.
Are we beset with original sin?
Are we here to liberate the karma of passion, aggression, and ignorance?
Does Zeus hate us?
Can we atone for our bad behavior?
Is there anyone out there who can do this for us?
We are making war in the Garden of Eden.
We are here to tend and protect the garden.
Why is this so difficult?
Tomatoes ripen.
Amazing how many chances we get to make a good gazpacho.
Who said paradise is unregainable?
Dancing on fiery stones.

Autumn Equinox
The harvest season is upon us.
The world’s wheat harvest is low again.
Harvest of violence besets the Middle East.
Nightmares in the name of God.
This harvest of drought and violence has a bad affect on my sense of humor.
Our resistance is stubborn.
Our hearts are stones.
Our projections a merciless black mirror.
How deep do we have to go?
May the grapes be sweet and Mother Earth bountiful.

Winter Solstice
No one said it was easy.
The world is too hot with righteousness.
Change comes upon us, cycle after cycle.
Even Howdy Doody shared the stage with Princess Summer Fall Winter Spring.

–Susan Edwards

Photo courtesy Martin Fritter:


About Waylon Lewis

Waylon Lewis, founder of elephant magazine, now & host of Walk the Talk Show with Waylon Lewis, is a 1st generation American Buddhist “Dharma Brat." Voted #1 in U.S. on twitter for #green two years running, Changemaker & Eco Ambassador by Treehugger, Green Hero by Discovery’s Planet Green, Best (!) Shameless Self-Promoter at Westword's Web Awards, Prominent Buddhist by Shambhala Sun, & 100 Most Influential People in Health & Fitness 2011 by "Greatist", Waylon is a mediocre climber, lazy yogi, 365-day bicycle commuter & best friend to Redford (his rescue hound). His aim: to bring the good news re: "the mindful life" beyond the choir & to all those who didn't know they gave a care. | His first book, Things I would like to do with You, is now available.


45 Responses to “Susan Edwards, longtime friend, artist, poet, Naropa University ‘foremother’ & elephant journal columnist, has passed away. Please send her well-wishes & do tonglen for her.”

  1. John says:

    From just the little of her writings I have read in Elephant, I was affected by Susan. I remember thinking while reading her column, “she is one cool lady.” This news saddens me, and so I imagine how it must be for someone who knows her and has grown up with her. My deepest sympathies to her friends and family.

  2. admin says:

    thanks for your comment, brau. Real bummer.

  3. Gabrielle says:

    Waylon, thanks, immeasurably, for printing this message about Susan, and the pomegranate print she made. She was my writing teacher, mentor, counselor, practical mystic, twice traveling companion, altogether salty, as you said, earthy, deeply artistic, loving, scratchy, gentle, kind, generous, cantankerous … and more, because she was also indefinable. I know death (and illness) can come without warning (or without much, for some, with more for others), and it barely softens the blow. Her imprint on my life is profound and precious, and I know that she was also enriched by our connection.

    As she moves closer to the bardo of death, I wish for her a journey of brilliance and ease, marked by awareness of her true luminous nature.

    Readers, please also hold her family and loved ones in your tonglen practice and/or your prayers.

  4. Gabrielle says:

    Oh, and I’ll mention that Susan and her partner, Denny, made and nurtured an intricate, unique, welcoming garden that was on the Eccentric Garden tour in Boulder at least twice. She was a teacher who never ran a dull class when she taught at Naropa, is/was willing to make room for controversial subjects to be addressed in class and in the writing of her students, as long as we supported our assertions and positions with substance, and she nurtured true mavericks amongst her many students: those who risked speaking what was unpopular, outside the status quo sheepy sheep boxes of our own minds and fears. She is a true brave heart, and — well, my appreciation is near-endless. Again, thank you for this opportunity to hold a warm and brilliant light on this genuine outrider.

  5. I am so terribly sorry to hear this tragic news. Susan is a great source of inspiration, love and support for numerous people. She was my BA writing and poetics director/sage; I could not have accomplished nearly as much at Naropa and in life, without her consummate loving approach to life and language. Our family will be sending her and her loved ones our purest thoughts and meditations.


  6. Peggy says:

    I have been away for three months. Imagine the shock of opening a page with a dear friends face on it, saying, ‘near death’. My friend, my Suzy Q, a playful name for such a deep being, but suited her light hearted nature-funny,mystical, ancient in her crazy wisdom, so entertaining, so present. I love her and felt so loved by her. We ‘get’each other. Her care and understanding of human nature is profound and showed up in her writing, her art and in her brilliant conversations.

    My desire is to flee to your bedside,Suzy Q, tell you a quiet story, hold your hand and tell you how much I appreciate and love you. It’s been way too short. I can hardly bear to say goodbye so quickly. My heart is full and heavy. What a warrior you are. I will keep you in my prayers and in Tonglen. Om mani padme om, my dear sweet friend.I wish you peace. I’ll remember you when Etna rumbles and steams and know that you are well.

  7. Kate says:

    Susan is the epitome of ‘cool’…so very sad to hear this news.

  8. Eileen says:

    Dear Friend, so sorry to hear of your illness, and all my best to you and Denny. My love to you, and strength, and wishes for pure perception during your next step.

  9. Susan is such a wonderful person. Joanne and I had lunch with her and Denny in Halifax what seems like yesterday but was probably a year or so ago. She leaves behind a lot of people who love her and whom she has help.

    Susan, we love you. Bon voyage.

  10. admin says:

    ————– Original message ————–
    From: Waylon Lewis
    Yay! Thank you! And where can folks buy either one of these, or can they?

    You are very welcome.

    Do you mean where to buy Susan’s The Wild West Wind? SPD Books is your best bet. Apparently they have 24 copies in stock.

    But likely you can also find it on

    By the way, I just looked again at the picture you’ve got up of Susan and realized that I gave her the gold watch she’s wearing in that shot. It was my grandmother’s.


  11. Gabrielle says:

    Oh Peggy … to think of the crazy moments in Sicilia walking between you and Susan. Eating gelato, the chocolate meat of the days of marathoners taking the mail from city state to city state, sniffing great wine, admiring the brilliant scales of the fish in the market places,

    buying from the man at the olive and other brined foods stand. The Italian names of things have fled my memory, perhaps to accompany Susan in their whispering ways as she sails through the bardo.

    A tavola non si invecchia mai! This is one of the ways I will remember Susan … at the table where we live on and are ageless!

  12. Noah Westby says:

    From all of the Westby’s. Thank you Waylon, we love you Denny, we will miss you Susan.

  13. Peggy says:

    My heart goes out to you Denny, Marin and rest of the family.

  14. Nick says:

    Prayers for Susan.
    She was a great woman, friend, and inspiration.
    May her bardo journey be free of obstacles, and may she attain enlightenment.
    If she comes back, let her be a kick-ass dharma brat.
    tad yatha panchandriya avabodhaniye svaha.

  15. Leslie Blanton says:

    Damn! I didn’t even know she was sick. If only I could have sent my regards. Susan was one of a few people I was genuinely awed by in my life. The word “inimitable” comes to mind! I got to help her do the design of her book about Ginsberg. And she used to do our Vermilion New Year I Ching and Tarot readings. By doing that for us she became part of the fabric of our company. Serious loss to the community… Great memories to look back on.

  16. ANDREA says:


  17. Gabrielle says:

    My heart is beyond broken … it is blown open. Weighted like a mottled, warm stone from the hills
    of west Boulder, behind our houses. Buoyant like a passel of white, golden-orange, blue, and red balloons — the colors of Shambhala warriors — lifting toward the sun, the moon, the countless stars, and the limitless openness of our true luminous nature. Well, perhaps my heart and mind are not yet that expansive, but for Susan, it is highly possible that she is well onto her path of liberation! I have no doubt!

    Susan, I cannot yet imagine life without your presence. If I have been a good student, then my fat cells have some of your presence in them –now! I know, it is up to me … no more Susan to lean on, to talk of movies with, to laugh with, storm with, or bow to … at least not in her physical form. I do bow in your direction-without-reference-point now. Finally, no more boundaries.

    I love you. And much love to Denny, Maron, Mary,
    and to all of us who had the magnificent good fortune to connect with this profound warrior without definition.

    I will post another poem by Susan later.

  18. admin says:

    Was walking back from Boulder Community just now, where i’d last seen Susan and Denny outside on a cheerful sunny day not that long ago and we’d laughed alot, and this poem arrived whole.

    Sonnet for Susan

    Listening to the music of the MRI, i thought:
    Does the universe have a pulse? retaking
    my metal, am free to walk the dry creek
    bed. Its treasures: one buckle shoe, pink
    and flowery folding chair. Late robins grub
    among scrappy leaves.
    I think of you
    readying for flight, leaving behind fat words,
    resting in heartbreak, in the skittery and unknown
    unknown. We practice for this, letting go
    sweet bubbling liquid life, juicy mirror black-
    backed with pain. I have nothing to give you
    but this shoe, calligraphic scratch of leaves,
    and three rich robins staying to miss you.

    om tare tu tare tu re svaha

    May all beings be peaceful.
    May all beings be happy.
    May all beings be safe.
    May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature.
    May all beings be free.
    —–metta prayer

    love, beverly

  19. Susan says:

    Dearest Susan, my Queen of crystals, I weep for the loss of you more than I wept for my own sister. I am so sorry that I didn’t even know that you were ill.

  20. NANCY says:

    “the moon”*

    the moon/ from behind the cloud/
    awakens the sleepy meditator

    Susan Edwards

    You chose the dark of the moon and Pluto in Capricorn; another teaching. We love you and thank you for your grace and wisdom.


    *(“the moon” copyright (c)2008 by Susan Edwards, printed in haiku mind by Patricia Donegan, Shambhala.)

  21. Judy Lief says:

    Denny, I am so sorry to hear of Susan's death. It is so painful to lose such a close friend and companion. I have so many wonderful memories of Susan and our days at Naropa. A few years ago, Susan spontaneously gave me a beautiful fountain pen, and that is the only one I use in signing my books. I just loved her humor and earthiness. What a loss. Please take care during this time of painful transition and loss.



  22. Rene says:

    Susan, teacher, mentor, friend I will miss you… Denny, my thoughts and prayers are with both of you.

    Rene White

  23. So many of us were touched, moved, and guided by Susan. I for one will miss her insightful eyes and mind so very much… it is hard to contain. Susan saw things in us that we could barely see ourselves because we were swimming in them.

    The first time I met Susan, it was like being smacked by a loving, rainbow colored lightning bolt that really couldn’t care less about my neurosis. She was so alive and so helpful. I was getting ready to visit her when I got the news last weekend… and wish I had not waited so long.

    So precious and impermanent, this life. Let’s not wait too long for anything… a powerful message from Susan to me from years ago and now.


    Thank you Susan, for showing me and us so many things we needed to see. May your transition be of the peace and love that you gave us with your skillful skillful means. I love you and will miss you.

    ~ Heather

  24. […] elephant journal online to read more about Susan’s life and […]

  25. David Dailey says:

    I release and I surrender
    I give up the struggle
    I thought I needed to control
    I thought I had to struggle
    I thought I had to strain
    I thought I had to work hard to make things happen
    As I let go
    I find blessings that I never knew were there for me
    My inner being has better plans for me

    I am convinced Susan used her own death to teach us all to appreciate what is, simply, right here, now. I can hear her voice asking us to take the time to take care of ourselves, and in turn, each other. I will miss her physical form but her mind energy is as strong as ever – timeless – indestructible – penetrating! What a brilliant gift to us all!

  26. Donna and Chris says:

    Many blessings to Susan and Denny,
    Boulder has lost a teacher, friend, brillant mind and good friend. Everytime I met up with Susan she had something wise and usually funny to say. And, Susan and Denny together-two great dames who lived their true lives together.
    We’ll miss you Susan.
    Love, from Donna and Chris

  27. admin says:

    Boulder Shambhala Meditation Center Thanksgiving Holiday Hours

    Thursday November 27th:
    Closed all day

    Friday November 28th:
    Open at noon for those who would like to practice in the
    Main Shrine Room with Susan Edwards before her Sukhavati.
    5:00 pm Ceremony of Sukhavati for Susan Edwards.
    Reception to follow.

    Saturday November 29th:
    Center open 9am until 1pm.
    Ziji open 11:30am until 3pm.

    Sunday November 30th:
    Resume regular Center schedule.

    Wishing you a warm Thanksgiving full of love and gratitude.

  28. Julie Golden says:

    I will miss what tomorrow might have been with Susan in this life. Today, the voluminous pleasure of knowing her leaves no room in my heart for sadness. She was love. She held and shared wisdom. She laughed a lot. The twinkle in her eye often confirmed she understood so much more than she was saying. Thank you Susan, for sharing some time with us.

  29. Susan, Susan,

    Precious vessel of the Old Ways,

    Likely smiling over Halifax as Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche begins teaching on Transcending Madness,

    Guest of honor at this feast of realms and bardos coinciding with your cremation–

    How auspicious!

    How pitch-perfectly in tune with the root guru's urging to celebrate death as we celebrate birth, calling the traditional Irish party "right, and very good."

    May the wind always be at your back for the benefit of all beings,


  30. Ann Cason says:

    Dear Denny, I didn’t know when I saw you and Susan at the Forks, that day, I guess on the way back from the Rigden Abhiseka, that it would be my last visit with Susan. I always thought that whenever I met her, over the past 30 years it was the same–unexpected, warm, very sharp. She always made me laugh. Please take care—–With love, Ann Cason

  31. Steve Scarano says:

    Susan, my vajra sister, is no more real than the sadness that fills our heart.
    The news of your death, is no more real than the moist eyes it brings.
    All that is, is a nature we cannot describe.

    Denny,love from the Scarano’s

  32. Nicole Thiel says:

    Dear Susan,

    When you left, the sky cracked wide open, you walked through. Flabbergasted by the sound my heart held you and sent out rainbows to meet yours.
    Hearts melting in white light.
    Our relationship, Vajra Sister, was
    Inscrutable,artesian in flow.
    Emerging in moments of light,
    Beyond parting.
    Meeting always,in moments of light.

    From Seminary to the Rigden Abhisheka,
    Laughter first, then tears, joy, penetrating exchange all for the gift of liberation full rich and genuine these moments of light.

    Thank you. Bless you on your journey.
    Come back soon and continue the dance.

    Denny may your heart radiate even more.
    Love, Nicole

  33. Elaine says:

    Buddha Speed

    for Susan Edwards

    Gray cloudbanks, like blankets, fill the western sky.
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, sings the cheerful dakini.

    Susan how quickly you are gone.
    Your smile that dispels fear and anxiety lives now in the air
    Around us.
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, Om tare tuttare ture svaha

    No breath of wind blows today
    On this Longmont street.
    And in the still light, I listen.
    I feel your magic,
    Your hug,
    Your eyes,
    Your warm heart,
    Your golden wings.
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, the cheerful dakini sings.

    Om tare tuttare ture svaha
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha…

    Elaine Logan

  34. Elaine says:

    Buddha Speed

    for Susan Edwards

    Gray cloudbanks, like blankets, fill the western sky
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, sings the cheerful dakini.

    Susan how quickly you are gone.
    Your smile that dispels fear and anxiety lives now in the air
    Around us.
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, Om tare tuttare ture svaha

    No breath of wind blows today
    On this Longmont street.
    And in the still light, I listen.
    I feel your magic,
    Your hug,
    Your eyes,
    Your warm heart,
    Your golden wings.
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha, the cheerful dakini sings.

    Om tare tuttare ture svaha
    Om tare tuttare ture svaha…

    Elaine Logan

    Denny – My heart goes out to you!

  35. A tribute to dear Susan, the High Priestess:

    When I first met Susan 30 years ago, she scared me with her outrageous frankness. Over the last 20 years, I was so fortunate to be able to trade bodywork for her tarot counseling, which helped to uplift and enrich my life. When my teacher, the master acupuncturist J.R. Worsley diagnosed Susan in 1992, he said she was one of very few people who did not have spirit level illness. Needless to say, she was proud of this.

    To Susan, I offer this paraphrase from the Supplication to the Mother Lineage:

    We emulate your openness and bounty.
    You speak softly but your command carries weight.
    We will not stop loving you!
    Thank you for helping us to become gentle and tough!

    I miss you and love you enormously,
    Johanna Alper

  36. […] of the Book Arts program at Naropa University Susan Edwards died on November 25 in Boulder, CO. Elephant Journal (where Susan blogged for years) offers an extensive tribute to Susan, with links to her art, […]

  37. a deserving tribute to such a beautiful soul, heavenly Father must be so thankful for her return home to be among the other angeles …

  38. […] too early to this world in the last two months cause of breast or other cancer. Let’s put two and two together. PVC is never good (just ask […]

  39. patricia says:

    This is really awful, still have susan’s tapes on the tarot… I loved her voice, with much love in or out of this would… patricia

  40. patricia says:

    I still cant get over it…. have been looking for susan for years, called sounds true many times, no help. have her tapes on all the time. She died in november. and just found out, put her name in my computer today. so sorry

  41. Steve Rys says:

    Jan 7. Just discovered Susan now gone.
    Very few people hold a constant influence on ones life. Susan remains that guiding presence.
    Susan’s teachings precede me whenever I enter a classroom.

    Peace and strength to Denny

  42. […] experienced the rising, falling, lefting and righting trajectory that is the short, brilliant history of Naropa University. And here’s where I see things […]

  43. Don Robertson says:

    Time runs out.

  44. paatricia lang says:

    still miss you and your voice.. still have your tarot tapes from 1990, which I play all the time patricia

  45. Gerald Lishka says:

    I knew Susan when I was a very wet-behind-the-ears undergrad at the University of Illinois. She was part of a very interesting and exciting group of people, and I thought very, very highly of her. I remember her lovingly. Believe it or not, I did a search on her name today, and a photo popped up of her, and I traced her to a Naropa quote. She was a kind and evolved person, brilliant and fulfilling to be around. I am sad that she is gone.
    Gerald Lishka, Pianist, Author, Painter