Dr Mary Daly
1928-2010
Image Marilyn Ireland
From Roseanne Barr:
Jan 29 1010
i saw her in the orchards as i sat alone on top of my kawasaki mule. usually my little grandsons want to ride along with me, as we will see turkeys and pigs and ferrets chasing all over, and we will try to make sounds to communicate with them, as I am teaching the boys to try to do, but they being boys always want to scare things. i say, its better to make friends with animals than to scare them, because often they are the ones who know where the water is, and often too, they know if rain is coming, and they can warn us about it. I mix it in with a lot of granny type stories about granny type of stuff. I sneaked off alone, as i like to do on mild mornings to find the silence. I sat there in it, scanning the horizon and just being there, and there she appeared, young and wearing a flowing gown. She told me that she was out of here. I will miss you so badly though i said back. she said remember all that we were to each other for so long. All that we were we will still be. I said "just so you know, you were a giant among women, a living avatar, a goddess incarnate. I am so thrilled that I got you into print in the new yorker. that was worth my entire life to have done so." Many years ago I told her that I would rewrite gyn/ecology dissembly of exorcism into "an evening with the wicked witch" and I would portray the chaircrone in that piece, and she just loved that. She wanted to see it as a broadway play. It was that piece of work that restored the sanity that this world had taken from me...i say it everday to myself, since the early seventies when first i read the words: in the beginning was not the word, in the beginning was the hearing. The elemental truth. She walked among us! The next morning came the email that said she had died the exact second that I heard her leave this planet. i am so sad and i cry.
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