Ruth Hanna
JANUARY 25, 2007
My sweet, sweet friend, Ruth Hanna passed on yesterday, January 24th, 2007, after a long and courageous journey with cancer...
In this picture, Ruth is holding in her hand a couple of the one-thousand cranes that she and her husband, Robert Ferré, created as a healing meditation. I believe she is pointing to the tiniest one...
She will be so missed... She was a very special person, a delightful person who filled you with her smile, her genuine heart, and her beauty. Robert has invited friends to visit her website ([One Heart Resource Center](http://www.1heart.com/)) and leave a message in the guest-book there to share a memory of Ruth.
I wrote this poem for Ruth in 2006. She wrote me back saying how she would love to slip into her butterfly wings, when it was time...
_...flying_
_in "twos"_
_circling,_
_dipping,_
_swirling in a dance_
_of forever love,_
_like girlfriends,_
_women_
_pirouetting around each other_
_in delight,_
_shifting in the light_
_of the heart,_
_singing_
_sweet moments_
_of living in sunlight mornings,_
_that kiss our lips_
_with the dew of night,_
_sparkling_
_like diamond_
_stars of the day_
_as we_
_slip into our butterfly wings_
_of curiosity and wonder,_
_born anew_
_with the simplest of gestures..._
Lea Goode-Harris
February 2006
In this picture, Ruth is holding in her hand a couple of the one-thousand cranes that she and her husband, Robert Ferré, created as a healing meditation. I believe she is pointing to the tiniest one...
She will be so missed... She was a very special person, a delightful person who filled you with her smile, her genuine heart, and her beauty. Robert has invited friends to visit her website ([One Heart Resource Center](http://www.1heart.com/)) and leave a message in the guest-book there to share a memory of Ruth.
I wrote this poem for Ruth in 2006. She wrote me back saying how she would love to slip into her butterfly wings, when it was time...
_...flying_
_in "twos"_
_circling,_
_dipping,_
_swirling in a dance_
_of forever love,_
_like girlfriends,_
_women_
_pirouetting around each other_
_in delight,_
_shifting in the light_
_of the heart,_
_singing_
_sweet moments_
_of living in sunlight mornings,_
_that kiss our lips_
_with the dew of night,_
_sparkling_
_like diamond_
_stars of the day_
_as we_
_slip into our butterfly wings_
_of curiosity and wonder,_
_born anew_
_with the simplest of gestures..._
Lea Goode-Harris
February 2006
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