What a lovely tribute to an amazing woman in your life. She didn't have to be in your life to be such an important part of it. That says a lot for who she was.
A fine and loving tribute to a fine and loving woman Annabel. When at 15 I met Miriam she was just 9 or 10 a sweetheart even then. I am so pleased she found her special place in Montana and the peace and serenity that came from that. I am very grateful for the gift of knowing your family.
A beautifully written tribute Annabel. I’ve been reading your posts for sometime now. Perhaps you remember me me from many moons ago. I worked for you in Santa Rosa in the late ‘80s.
I just lost my precious 27 year old granddaughter one week ago.
I met Miriam only once yet it is a meeting I will never forget. We were at Michael Meade’s Mosaic Foundation “Arc of Transformation” in Washington in 2019. We were assigned to the same table for the three days as we were given the same word scribed on a piece of wood. As we all sat together, Miriam only spoke when she had something profound to say. She was powerful and demure at the same time. Being from a neurodiverse family I recognized her as kin right away. I loved sitting next to her with her long read hair. As I recall it was about half her body length, flowing and beautiful. At one moment Miriam stood to speak to the group of 100 people and what she said was so powerful, profound, and filled with truth you could feel some level of fear from the awe and silence in the room. Her knowing was unmistakable. We all knew she knew. I am also a Montanan of 32 years. We brook nothing as we have learned the ways of survival of the fittest and there is no time for less than the truth. The most profound moment came on the last night. We were deep in ritual and ceremony late into the night. The last piece was to walk two by two through the forest of forgiveness to receive a blessing. A short time after it started, Miriam stepped up to the gate to the forest and waited. I watched to see who would come stand next to this powerful woman. Time went by and no one came. I knew it was me at six feet tall and a fellow wild woman who needed to be with her. I happily and proudly walked with Miriam through the forest. We received our blessing side by side. A moment I will never forget. I’m sending love and grace to Miriam as she travels to the beyond and love to you and her family of sisters, birds and dogs. I saw her only once more on a zoom call during the pandemic. She seemed well then. I was telling a mutual friend that I feel Miriam and my Mother, who passed from Covid and cancer two years ago, will be fast friends in the Milky Way. She is not alone. They will sit in nature, in silence, together. Thank you for sharing so much about Miriam. With gratitude, Kim Bennett, Big Timber, MT
Dear Annabel, it is so cool to be on your substack. You are an engaging, thoughtful, provocative writer, and I enjoy, or appreciate everything you create. You've written a beautiful, sweet tribute here to your older sister, one I believe I never met. She was a remarkable woman, from your telling. You were fortunate to have her as a sister, and I think the love that shines through the words you wrote will carry you through the grief, letting go and healing.
I think I only met 3, maybe 4 Ascher "girls" back in the early 80s at the Cherry St house. I'm not sure I can remember their names (was Amy the redhead?), although they're on the tip of my tongue. I will try and figure out a discreet way to get you contact info. I'm still up here in Santa Rosa, with partner Ellen. We're retired, and still play music together for fun, and to try and create a little beauty in the world. Blessings to you dear, looking fwd to catching up. Ted
What a lovely tribute to an amazing woman in your life. She didn't have to be in your life to be such an important part of it. That says a lot for who she was.
Beautifully written Annabel. Heartfelt. Thank you for sharing during your time of crisis.
A fine and loving tribute to a fine and loving woman Annabel. When at 15 I met Miriam she was just 9 or 10 a sweetheart even then. I am so pleased she found her special place in Montana and the peace and serenity that came from that. I am very grateful for the gift of knowing your family.
Im so sorry for your loss. Good memories of a really good sister.
A beautifully written tribute Annabel. I’ve been reading your posts for sometime now. Perhaps you remember me me from many moons ago. I worked for you in Santa Rosa in the late ‘80s.
I just lost my precious 27 year old granddaughter one week ago.
With heartfelt condolences,
Shelley Cross
So sorry for your loss. You wrote a gorgeous tribute...
Condolences
❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for sharing this. I love you Miriam. I’ll never forget your voice.
Dear Annabel,
I met Miriam only once yet it is a meeting I will never forget. We were at Michael Meade’s Mosaic Foundation “Arc of Transformation” in Washington in 2019. We were assigned to the same table for the three days as we were given the same word scribed on a piece of wood. As we all sat together, Miriam only spoke when she had something profound to say. She was powerful and demure at the same time. Being from a neurodiverse family I recognized her as kin right away. I loved sitting next to her with her long read hair. As I recall it was about half her body length, flowing and beautiful. At one moment Miriam stood to speak to the group of 100 people and what she said was so powerful, profound, and filled with truth you could feel some level of fear from the awe and silence in the room. Her knowing was unmistakable. We all knew she knew. I am also a Montanan of 32 years. We brook nothing as we have learned the ways of survival of the fittest and there is no time for less than the truth. The most profound moment came on the last night. We were deep in ritual and ceremony late into the night. The last piece was to walk two by two through the forest of forgiveness to receive a blessing. A short time after it started, Miriam stepped up to the gate to the forest and waited. I watched to see who would come stand next to this powerful woman. Time went by and no one came. I knew it was me at six feet tall and a fellow wild woman who needed to be with her. I happily and proudly walked with Miriam through the forest. We received our blessing side by side. A moment I will never forget. I’m sending love and grace to Miriam as she travels to the beyond and love to you and her family of sisters, birds and dogs. I saw her only once more on a zoom call during the pandemic. She seemed well then. I was telling a mutual friend that I feel Miriam and my Mother, who passed from Covid and cancer two years ago, will be fast friends in the Milky Way. She is not alone. They will sit in nature, in silence, together. Thank you for sharing so much about Miriam. With gratitude, Kim Bennett, Big Timber, MT
Dear Annabel, it is so cool to be on your substack. You are an engaging, thoughtful, provocative writer, and I enjoy, or appreciate everything you create. You've written a beautiful, sweet tribute here to your older sister, one I believe I never met. She was a remarkable woman, from your telling. You were fortunate to have her as a sister, and I think the love that shines through the words you wrote will carry you through the grief, letting go and healing.
I think I only met 3, maybe 4 Ascher "girls" back in the early 80s at the Cherry St house. I'm not sure I can remember their names (was Amy the redhead?), although they're on the tip of my tongue. I will try and figure out a discreet way to get you contact info. I'm still up here in Santa Rosa, with partner Ellen. We're retired, and still play music together for fun, and to try and create a little beauty in the world. Blessings to you dear, looking fwd to catching up. Ted