Raureka of the mountain passes
Thank you, Robyn. You spread so much joy, moved with such delightful energy and worked with so much integrity that you changed lives every day. It was no surprise to us that the police in your little town cruised by to note the registration numbers on the cars outside your house. Who else had the openness and compassion to welcome the lost and the lonely youth of the town to sit in the warmth of your hearth? You revelled in the title of the Black Witch, given to you by the locals, a naming that originated in the realm of derision and soon became a title of town pride.