Aveline Rubinshteyn, January 25, 1968 - January 28, 2007
I am grateful for all the posts about Aveline that have been posted and the links that have been posted to stories and further stories. ( http://erudito.livejournal.com/509732.html and http://bunnikins.livejournal.com/37002.html if you've missed them)
An organic online wake for someone who touched the hearts of many. Many voices and many ways of responding, our community and tangled amazing network that responds and feels when such a voice goes silent. She was a node, a hub, a person of great dignity, intelligence, courage, warmth, honesty, creativity and determination.
The time I spent most intensely with her was around the time my mother was dying. She had a very comforting presence and I enjoyed the conversations with her, I think we both expanded each others horizons, though I'd say mine more than hers.
She seemed to have no fear of having ideas... a fear that is so easy to have, nascent ideas get crushed so easily. Something I admired greatly.
She wanted to write a play about sex workers, a different kind of play. We were going to write it together, I was deeply flattered she wanted me to help her... but we never found the time. I do regret that. Her voice and vision would have been unique, I could not hope to write it without her. Perhaps someday I will write a play about sex workers, but it won't be the same, it will have a more bumbling, insecure feel - thinking about things more, overthinking as is my want. Her existence, somewhere in the world, was important to me... knowing she was out there stirring things up, doing extraordinary things and daring to dream deeply and widely.
Thankyou again for all your voices, a person of her scope needs many voices, it does my spirit good to see so many facets of her celebrated, some more familiar than others. We are creatures of story.
Love to you all and love to Aveline
shade and sweet water
An organic online wake for someone who touched the hearts of many. Many voices and many ways of responding, our community and tangled amazing network that responds and feels when such a voice goes silent. She was a node, a hub, a person of great dignity, intelligence, courage, warmth, honesty, creativity and determination.
The time I spent most intensely with her was around the time my mother was dying. She had a very comforting presence and I enjoyed the conversations with her, I think we both expanded each others horizons, though I'd say mine more than hers.
She seemed to have no fear of having ideas... a fear that is so easy to have, nascent ideas get crushed so easily. Something I admired greatly.
She wanted to write a play about sex workers, a different kind of play. We were going to write it together, I was deeply flattered she wanted me to help her... but we never found the time. I do regret that. Her voice and vision would have been unique, I could not hope to write it without her. Perhaps someday I will write a play about sex workers, but it won't be the same, it will have a more bumbling, insecure feel - thinking about things more, overthinking as is my want. Her existence, somewhere in the world, was important to me... knowing she was out there stirring things up, doing extraordinary things and daring to dream deeply and widely.
Thankyou again for all your voices, a person of her scope needs many voices, it does my spirit good to see so many facets of her celebrated, some more familiar than others. We are creatures of story.
Love to you all and love to Aveline
shade and sweet water