Her posts made my heart leap and open my eyes to the intricate beauty of nature again and again.
In April 2015, she wrote
The calamity was a brain hemorrhage and she died some weeks later.There's nothing like a sudden calamity to bring things into perspective.
Her blog is still online and I hope it will remain there for ever as a celebration of Paula's gifts and insights. You can get lost there, reading and thinking for hours.
The blog is here.
Today, her partner posted a link to a review of Paula's poetry and oh my, she was an amazing poet.
…We, who boast of souls, can't countenance
the gray and small, the commonplace and humble.
Yet watch the squirrel flow along the fence,
feet grazing the pickets, impossibly nimble—
he does not amplify his self-display
in social media, or leverage
his brand, consultant-honed; does not employ
a life coach, guru, shopper, trainer, mage.
Undisturbed by thoughts of betterment,
he gazes back at me through window glass
with such a pure and cold indifference
that it could swell and fill the universe,
replacing profit, noise, ambition, greed
with something truer than the love of God.