Gentle Reminders and Sad Goodbyes
Shanon “Sokei” Bostater - Healer, Teacher, Creative, Curious Explorer
It is with great sadness, boundless gratitude, and admiration that we say goodbye to our beloved light.
Shanon left this earthly plane on Thursday, August 28th, 2025 @1:46 pm. With a whisper of a breath and a gentle releasing of her finger tips, she joined those before her. I will discuss Shannon’s gifts in a minute and for the time to come, but for a second, I will share my love for her.
If you knew Shanon at all, you would have noticed all of the wonderful things: her beautiful, clear blue eyes that truly saw you. Her giant, toothy smile. It was so big it would almost swallow her face. It automatically made you smile when you saw her. Happiness and joy, she was like her father in that way. Her laughter, oh my goodness….she laughed a lot, like a real lot, and was self-deprecatory in the sense that she found so much humor in the ridiculousness of being human. It would put you at ease very quickly. People genuinely looked to her for guidance, trust, compassion, and love. She was also so much fun to be around.
She was always overly generous with herself. She would truly sit, listen quietly, and hold space for anyone who needed it. The reason she became a therapist, guide, and teacher.
She was an amazing mother. I remember when we were young girls, she was certain of 2 things: she would have a career writing (not anything in particular, but the act of physical writing) and that she would be a mother. She unwaveringly loved her children. She loved her husband beyond measure. He was her home. The space she felt authentically herself.
She had so many friends and a wonderful community of people who gravitated towards her because you could clearly see her light, and you wanted to be a part of it, bask in it even for just a second. It warmed your soul.
The bits you may not know…
She did this funny little wiggle when she was trying to contain her excitement, her joy, her love for you. She would hold her attention on your face until you were hugging. Like, there was a tractor beam pulling you in for one of the best hugs you will ever experience.
She was an explorer of thoughts, ideas, and self-discovery on another level. She saw the smallest of things, like the reflection of the trees in a dew drop on a blade of grass. It was pure magic seeing the world through her lens.
I remember sitting with her when we were young. She liked to play “teacher”; she was always the teacher. The thing about playing school with Shanon was that you didn’t really need to be present. She would fully and completely entertain herself. I did a lot of daydreaming and observing, so my level of participation was perfect for us both. I would observe her play, and she would command the attention of the imaginary students in her classroom. It was/is indicative of how we would both travel through life.
She never lost that ability to just be in herself. She would get lost from time to time, in other people’s problems and life, but return to her knowing and secrets. What I learned was that if you sat quietly with her, you would end up learning those secrets. Not because she spoke them, but because she would live them.
Her actions spoke volumes. She worked tirelessly to be honest, compassionate, and sapient.
What she leaves behind is an understanding that we are connected to something greater than ourselves. That we are all part of something larger than our physical being. This physical being is just a blip, and how we spend our time inhabiting this space is what creates the magic. She was pure magic.
