Harriet Vachss Harris passed the other day, March 29, 2015. This was quite a surprise to some of us out here in web-land. I didn’t realize she’d been ill really. We miss things with people if we don’t pay close attention.
For anyone who wants to read it, here is Harriet’s obituary:
She’d been a presence on the web for a long time. I’ve been a reader of her blog, called L’Empress,A Place of My Own for many years, but off and on, not every entry, I’m sorry to say. She has quite an extensive Archives page, which can be used to go back and read what she has written. I plan to do that myself as I know I haven’t read nearly as much of her words as I should have.
Harriet, from my small experience knowing her, was a remarkable woman – person – human being. Reading the words of her daughters and friends is testament to that fact. She was loved deeply and completely by all who knew her. She had opinions and voiced them, sometimes loudly! I like that! I like a person, especially a woman, who has definite opinions on things. As a good example of this, read this:
She will be missed. She IS missed already. I’ve been thinking of her a lot this week. Wondering where she is, what she’s doing, in that “other” life-plane she has joined up with. I think of the passing of a soul as changing to another plane of “life” – one that was real before but is now more real – for that soul. A different kind of living, kind of loving, not “dead” but just different. A kind of “life” that we all will know about one day.
Here is Harriet’s Facebook page. I hope it stays up. I hope her blog stays up, too. There are still things I want to know about her, I don’t think I could ever get filled up with her wisdom.
In loving memory of Harriet,
Bex & Co.
I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals…
They are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied… not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.
~ [Walt Whitman, from “Leaves of Grass, No. 32”] ~