I'm grateful to read so many beautiful memories and celebrations of Charmaine's life. Charmaine was a dear friend and soul sister to me. My husband, Paul, and I met her early in 1996 through a small community group led by Ojai poet/Hakomi therapist Richard Palmer. At that time, she was a docent at the Ventura museum. I was enchanted by her passion for storytelling, and especially enjoyed her lively stories about Trickster Coyote. She also enjoyed talking about her childhood, and I've heard her express awe in speaking of her mother's beauty and her father's musical gifts. She often spoke of her two beautiful and gifted daughters. Our community met weekly, and Charmaine attended at our home or would ride with us to Ojai to participate in Richard's poetic Soul Streamings. She loved good food, and the two of us often met for lunch and lively conversation. Sometimes Paul would join us for sushi. After Charmaine bought her home on Alexandria and filled it with masks, books, music, and soul, we went there for a few community potluck events . . . her little Shih Tzu looking over the kitchen gate. I've always thought of Charmaine as a lover of life. It seems to me that she lived well and deeply. She and I both liked to journal our dreams, and would sometimes get together to weave for one another the threads of a particular dream. These times led to rich and varied discussions—about life, books, music, healing . . . Charmaine was a remarkable poet, and I wish now that I had recordings of some of her wonderful poetry as I've heard her read it. After she began studying at Pacifica, her life flowered in new ways. We once made masks together; sometimes she would talk about her dissertation. She was thrilled and proud to create Hermes & Associates—a way to help people discover their authentic myths. I visited Charmaine after her first stroke, and was amazed at her light-hearted resilience. She talked about the two of you, and spoke confidently of leaving her home and about letting go of Saturn. I will always remember her quiet curiosity, her full, open face, and her wonderful laughter. With much love to all from Paul and me, Gail