She was the definition of gentle and tough. Held her seat, on a horse and in the world. Fearless with Rinpoche’s directness and the sangha’s projections. If she was perfect, she wouldn’t be human. I had a few exchanges with her over the years, a few disagreements from a distance, and a lot of respect. Just the sound of her voice could soften my heart. I often thought of her in hospice care, and I miss her already. Thank you Diana. As I’ve heard said in England, ‘well done her!’