It is a sad day to hear the news of the passing of a great woman and Witch, without who's writings I personally would have never found my Path. We have lost a Giantess, the Universe has gained a Star.
From her website and Facebook
Old friends, long time fans, today at 4am Margot breathed easily for the first time in two weeks. Later today, at 10:30am she was pronounced deceased.
Her condition had been getting much worse over the weeks and months and the brain radiation (which she had a treatment of scheduled today, tomorrow, and Wednesday) was thought to help her double vision, since it was the cause.
Well, Margot and John both won't be seeing double anymore, but they will be seeing each other for the rest of time.
With much love and difficulty do I write this,
Her son, Alex
From the Huffington Post:
Margot Adler, an iconic NPR correspondent and Wiccan priestess, died on Monday July 28 from endometrial cancer at the age of 68.
Born on April 16, 1946, Adler began working with NPR as a general assignment reporter in 1979. She reported on topics ranging from the Ku Klux Klan, to the AIDS epidemic, and the Harry Potter craze. Over the decades she developed her voice as a journalist who covered far reaching corners of American life while maintaining a personal commitment to paganism and nature spirituality.
In 1979 Adler wrote Drawing Down the Moon: Witches, Druids, Goddess-Worshippers, and Other Pagans in America Today, which became one of the most cited studies of contemporary paganism and established her position as a leading voice in the American pagan community.
Here's the official appreciation of Margot Adler from her colleagues at NPR.
Give it a listen.
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A Wiccan Prayer for the Dying
Time has passed, the Wheel has turned.
It is time for me to move on.
I will walk hand in hand with the Ancient Ones,
and with my ancestors who came before me.
Great Mother, welcome me back into your womb,
I come to you and know I am blessed,
for my life has been one I am proud of.
As I enter your world,
wrap me in your loving arms,
and welcome me.
Lord of Death, I wait for you to take me,
I come to you willingly, with eyes wide open,
as my last moment approaches on the horizon.
May I look upon you without fear, without pain,
and knowing that those who walked before me,
await me on the other side.
O Ancient Ones, give me strength to take these final steps,
and allow me to do so with peace and dignity.
Let my family mourn my passing but not my loss,
and let them heal knowing I will see them again.
Time has passed and the Wheel has turned.
It is time for me to move on.