Aloha, dear Tobias and Beth, and all of our Friends,
So sad and sweet for me to taste the flood of memories of my brother Travis...

We connected in a deep way at Cornucopia. Later we both ended up in Albuquerque along with so many Cornucopians, worked together at the Firebird for a time, and shared the adventure of young parenthood together. I was honored to be present when Travis decided to take neo-sanyas vows, and we travelled once together to LA to see Robert Anton Wilson, the author.

My recollections of Travis feature big smiles, hearty laughs and the willingness to deeply explore the inner landscape of feelings and spirituality. 

Reading of his death makes me wonder when our paths diverged...our kids bound us together during the early years, and I guess when they went their separate ways to different schools, our involvement faded. Like all of my Cornucopia relationships, my relationship with Travis remains rooted in love and presence.

I wonder so much about the adventures he had since last I saw him. I am grateful for the connection provided by the notes!
May your celebration of Travis' Life nourish your soul.

With love,
Jim

I am Travis's Aunt Angie. Before Sara and the girls came to the US, Travis used to spend some summers with us. His Uncle Bill and I had four boys and two girls, some of which were Travis's age. He fit in with our family and we looked forward to his joining us, His Dad, Art, was like a dad to my kids since Bill died when my kids were young. Art was a very kind and fun person and Travis had a lot of the same qualities.
   I have kept in touch with Travis a few times over the years but not very recently. I was shocked to hear of his accident and death.
   I offer you, his son, my sympathy and prayers. May Travis find the good life in heaven that he searched for on this earth. May he rest in peace.

Angela Smith (angies1932@gmail.com)

I feel sad to get this news. I knew Travis at Cornucopia and when I read this, thinking of him brought a smile to my heart. I know there were many aspects to his life and his emotions but when I think of him I see his smiling elf self.

My love to you, Beth, and Tobias.
Kris

Some of my fondest memories are of growing up with the Smith cousins and Travis, spending time at the lake house and at Woodbine Lodge. I have often wondered across the years of where Travis was and how he was doing. So good to learn of his son Toby and to see the happy pictures of them together. Toby, please know that your father will be in our hearts forever. Godspeed Travis. Kerry Thornell (Sullivan)

Travis is my cousin on my dad's side of the family. He spent a few summers with us on our farm in Iowa. I remember the VW bug he had. He was always kind. I just wish we all would have seen each other more often after we grew up. I did at least get to meet his son Toby when he was around 10. Still there was always a hole at our family reunions without him and Toby there. Travis now has his home in heaven! We miss you here though!

My deep and heartfelt appreciation and respect go to the man who gave me the most beautiful gift of all: my son. Travis and I were only married for a few years. Even though the relationship did not last, we shared some very happy times, love and laughter during our brief marriage. But the more enduring legacy that Travis leaves in my life is the twenty years we worked together to raise our son as divorced parents until Tobias graduated from college in 2004. Our co-parenting years were characterized by cooperation and goodwill. Travis was always willing to listen to my feelings, to share his own feelings honestly, and to compromise. He treated me with respect and appreciation during these years, and tried to do what was best for Toby. I will always be grateful for his good intentions, his positive attitude, his communication skills, and his deep love for his son. Thank you, Travis, for all that we shared, and all that you gave.

Travis, there were so many times that my dad and the rest of the family ( including me) had hoped to visit with you on one of our family reunions or trips out West. It is with great sadness to hear about your death. I hope we can meet in heaven one day....your 1st cousin, daughter of Lou and Ann Smith.

Our heartfelt condolences go out to you Toby, Beth and the rest of the family. Although we never knew Travis, we know that he was blessed to call you 'son' Toby. Prayers for comfort, peace and healing are being lifted on your behalf. We're reminded how fragile life is. God bless you.
Karen, Larry & family

Dear Travis,

Will miss the street wise big brother from LA who always had a smile on his face and a great sense of humor. You were also very patient putting up with you little cousins who liked to tease you about your choice of songs while working on painting the lake house. By the way, I was not scared by that Indian ghost story you told me one night long ago, but thanks for entertaining me. Thanks for all the fond memories.

Toby, will there be a memorial service or funeral?

Cousin Jim

Dear Travis,
Thank you for the light and joy you shared with us on this journey. Only your form has changed eternal brother.
love,
rob

Toby and family -
I was so sorry to hear your loss and our loss . Your Dad is in my prayers. He was a lot of fun growing up. I always looked forward to his summer visits. He was a much needed addition to our back-yard baseball games.  I still remember him telling me at age 8, when he was 11, that I was too young to swear.  He was always full of wisdom for his younger cousin. You couldn't start swearing until you truned the ripe old age of 10. I regret not reconnecting with him later in life.
Cousin Mary Angela

I knew Travis mostly from CornU and a bit while a young dad in Albq. Toby, your dad was my bud along with Rio (River) at CornU. We hung out mostly and laughed a whole lot. He was a kind, gentle, thoughtful, and so self-reflective. Us buds laughed a lot at this life, knowing how tenuous yet serious it all seemed. His heart, love, and softness continues to be felt and continues to live on through those of us left to live, for now. Calm and peace my brother.

Hip Cousin Travis,

You will always be the California dreamer from the land of the Beach Boys. You will always be the California hippie who brought copies of MAD Magazine to an unworldly farm boy in Iowa cornfields on hot and humid summer days.

Now I keep your "MAD" legacy alive in the land of the Golden Gate and the valleys of silicon just up the coast from where you grew up. The Gate and the valleys feed the computer moving company (IBM - I've Been Moved) I recall you once worked for and where your cousin Mary still works. Some day soon, I hope to connect with your son Toby and his family.

May you and your story-telling dad, who was my dad as well, both find many ancient arrowheads in the land beyond the skies.

Cousin Bill

Travis and I met at Cornucopia in Kentucky around 1978. We connected sporadically over the years, with our last visit being just a few months ago when he was my guest in Portland. Like all of us, he changed over the years. Yet some things remained constant:
His loving heart,
an appreciation for music,
a sincere desire to grow personally and spiritually,
a ready sense of humor,
and an intensity about almost everything!

Go now, Travis, beyond what we have known of you! Continue with your great mission of sharing light and love and energy throughout our universe, in forms we may or may not comprehend. Peace be with you, sweet brother.
Deborah Ham

Since meeting in 1978 at Cornucopia, Travis occupied an especially shiny part of my heart. We instantly fell in brotherhood. Marc Steiner was the third of a remarkable, often inseparable, trio. We made many memories, shared music, supported each other and literally fell down in many hilarious moments. Travis is as funny as one gets.

I have a treasure from him that he wrote around 1980 called "God Speaking." I'll do my best to post it and read it as I recall him reading it to me.

Life didn't bring us together much after leaving Kentucky, and when we connected it was as if no time had passed. I'm much richer; thank you dear brother. Love to and peace to all.

sweet Travis,

may you fly on the wings of laughter and joy as you were for so many of us,
Casey, Hina

Dearest Travis,
I am so proud, lucky and very blessed to have you as my brother. I was so happy to have been able to see you and spend time with you last week (a blessing). You are and always have been the kindest, most caring and sensitive soul I have ever known. I really enjoyed our weekly long distance phone conversations when you were in Indiana. I know that when I am alone I can always call on you and continue to talk to you and feel close, as you are one with Divine Love and Light.

You are so loved,

Sister Diane

Although It has been decades since I have seen Travis, the tears roll down my face with this sense of loss, touching the deep love and appreciation of our connections and everlasting sense of community.

Travis and Beth, Marc and Penny, and Jim and I were all navigating being new parents Living Love with our "bouncing baby boys in bio bottoms," Toby, Ryan, and Jiva.

Thanks for coming to live with us for a while, Travis. Thanks for the love and light we shared. Fly free...

It is with great sorrow that I light this candle for Travis, the Corwin cousin that I regrettably did not have the pleasure of knowing. My prayers go out to Tobias, the family and friends who knew and loved him. 

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal." (quote from a headstone in Ireland)

It has been a long time since I have seen Travis. However I thank my stars that I knew him--even briefly--at Cornucopia. He was such a shining, bright hunk of life.

Dear Travis,

Thank you for coming into our lives and sharing this earth awhile. Thanks for giving us your beautiful son.
Thanks for sharing your feelings and making me laugh.

My love goes with you,
A. F.

Travis,

I used to 'roll my eyes' when you called me your 'sister is the light'. But today I receive that 'title' with utmost gratitude since I know you now and will continue to know you most assuredly as my Brother in the Light.

You Are Loved,
Darcy

I have many fond memories of our days together. Woodbine Lodge, iowa farm, fishing, hunting.......