What is a Waverley? A tribute to my dearest friend.

August 25, 2025

 

“What is a Waverley?”

A tribute to my dearest friend on her 35th birthday.

 

It’s something that is best experienced and almost impossible to capture in words.

And yet…

Waverley is an unshakeable force, 

She is precise like lightning and ruthless like a tornado.

In a word, she is fearless.

Because it’s her nature,

And because she had to be,

Has to be…

Because she is.

She is soft and gentle,

With fangs that *can* bite,

But only will if absolutely necessary.

She is Love embodied.

Unconditional Love,

The kind that they tried to write about in romance novels,

But fell short of every time,

Because that love is nothing like this Love.

She is courageous and Lion-hearted,

Indestructible in the sense that, 

She will not stay down.

(Legend says many have tried, but you’d have to ask her about that.)

It is important to note that Waverley is also a very silly goose,

Playful,

Creative,

Spontaneous,

Fun,

Witty,

Joyful.

She is seeing and experiencing more levity every day, it seems, 

Living in the question, 

“How good can it get?”

She is Oracle and Seer,

Shapeshifter,

Priestess, 

Mystic,

Magdalene,

Isis.

She is Divine.

As mysterious as The Mystery Herself.

Waverley is kind of good at everything,

One who makes mastery look easy,

And is endlessly gifted.

She is ruthlessly honest, 

With herself and others,

Overflowing with integrity, respect, 

And Kindness.

Perhaps most importantly, She is Mother.

The kind of Mother that they tried to portray in movies, 

And again, fell short.

Because this Mother is nothing like that mother.

Divine, 

Unconditional

Black Madonna,

Some might call it “radical.”

She would call it Truth.

She is embodied revolution.

Catalytic

Not subtle,

And also, so subtle.

You can’t miss her if you tried.

You may not know what you are feeling,

But she is felt.

By crowds, towns, and worlds, whenever she is nearby. 

Perhaps it’s her field;

Inviting to some,

Terrifying to others,

And tenderizing in the sweetest way.

She’s bright and clear,

Hard to look at, some would say

(She would laugh.)

Waverley is a miracle, 

Not boastful in the way that some walking miracles are.

But in a humble and dignified way.

She knows.

She knows her miraculous nature.

She is against all odds,

In every sense of the word.

Read that again,

She is.

Against.

All.

Odds.

And that is a story for another time…

She is Friendship,

Not in the way that most people use that word,

But in the way that she would do anything for the ones she loves…

Not because she has to, 

But because she wants to, 

And because she can.

She is capacity,

Lots and lots and lots of capacity, 

Oceans deep and valleys wide.

(Legend says it was not always this way, but you’d have to ask her more about that yourself)

She is someone you simply *really want around,*

In say…

A hospital,

A concert,

A beach,

A home,

A park,

A trail,

A funeral,

A grave,

A charnel ground,

A coffee shop.

She is someone you simply *really want around,*

In say…

Life, 

Death, 

Everything in between, 

And beyond.

She is the one you call when…well…

For lots of reasons, and no reason at all.

She loves Relating, and loves the human family,

Especially the dead ones.

It is touching to experience her love of connection.

It reminds everyone around her of how precious Relating is.

She doesn’t take it for granted,

Because it’s not,

And it hasn’t been,

And it wasn’t always this way.

It’s important to note how much she CARES,

If you hear her speak, you will feel the frequency of passion.

You will find yourself caring about what she’s saying.

If you read her words, you will feel the clarity of her message.

You will feel the frequency of Truth penetrating your Being.

If you speak to her against Truth,

You may receive the gift of feeling her Wrath.

If you watch her in ritual, you will know her power.

You will know…

This is one who cares, so very much. 

Waverley is a blessing to anyone who knows her, 

And if you are in her world.

If she has let you see her,

Feel her,

Know her.

It will be one of the richest treasures of your life.

She is the Rose, 

Beauty and Radiance,

She is the Vajra, 

Magnificent and Excellent.

She is Love and Loved.

She is.

She is.

She is.

What a precious gift to walk this life beside her.