This is what I wrote to Rez when she shared the news.
Doreen was my acupuncturist, then my friend, for more than 35 years. I always looked to her for advice on my health problems. She was always the cheery optimist, believing anything could be healed with holistic medicine.
I can't imagine the world without her.
I will miss her wackiness and curiousity about every healing modality under the sun that has nothing to do with Western medicine.
I never knew a person more positive and upbeat than Doreen. She saw life with no blinders on, no filters. I was the opposite. I looked around, cynically, bracing for the worst in people, only to be surprised and relieved to find people who were good to me and others. She trusted complete strangers, truly believed that all, or at least most, people were kind souls. She had almost a childlike wonder about the world.
Of course, this blissful openness, one of her strongest positive qualities, made her gullible and easily deceived.
One time, perhaps 25 years ago, she took me to a lecture on Tibetan medicine at the Alternative Therapies Clinic ar CPMC. It was really a rambling talk in a small conference room before 20 people. The guest of honor was the long-term personal physician to the Dalai Lama.
Doreen sat, absolutely mesmerized by every word the Tibetan monk spoke. She had that broad smile of hers that made her face glow.
At one point, the monk, who was supposed to be "training" other health practitioners on specific techniques in Tibetan medicine, went off on tangents.
He announced that everything was medicine. Every breath. Every step. Just opening your door in the morning and walking out into the world was medicine. Even on rainy days. Everything, everywhere offered healing. If you stepped into a puddle, you should thank the puddle, because the puddle was healing you.
Poetry, yes. Meditative insight, yes. Practical, pragmatic medical training for other professionals? No.
Rez, I thought the guy was tripping.
I rolled my eyes, then looked over and saw Doreen furiously taking notes. To her, this Tibetan monk shared "pearls of wisdom" he'd brilliantly discovered. The cure to cancer. The key to immortality.
To me, he was standing in a puddle.
After the monk's "lecture", participants eagerly lined up to get his autograph, ask him more about "the meaning of life". Doreen even bought his expensive, hard cover book.
I began to doubt this man, with his acid flashbacks, had any formal training in medicine. I felt like I was in a Borat movie.
That was just one of many dozens of unique experiences I had with Doreen over the years.
I mean, it was always interesting. At heart, I've always been a hippie. I never turned down another opportunity to enjoy Doreen's company.
I wish I had her joy. Being with Doreen was like swimming underwater in a Discovery Channel documentary. Scuba divers swirled around, throwing open the curtains to reveal a previously unknown, unimaginable world rich with wildly diverse deep sea creatures and plants. Vivid, brilliant colors. Startling shapes. Striking designs.
Talk about the healing power of stepping into puddles.
Doreen was a unique force in the universe, a woman who generously shared her healing energy, enthusiasm and creativity with the world.
She will be greatly missed.
Love,
Tina