August 14, 2016, Prescott- I remarked to some collaborators-in-faith, this morning, that I have scrapped plans for most travel outside North America, until at least 2021. (South Korea, where my son is to be stationed, next year, being an exception.) There were crickets in the room, so our discourse went on to things of more common interest.
Later today, I attended a gathering that was sponsored by Team Rubicon, the disaster recovery organization that is mostly made up of military veterans. The very allusion to making a decisive and irreversible choice defines this group, whose impact is as great, if not greater than that of the Red Cross. These are the people who remain behind, once the news cycle is over and the long-term work begins. They choose to walk the celestial path, with practical feet. (‘Abdu’l-Baha admonished us Baha’is to do just that, in several speeches, when he visited North America, in 1912.)
I have plenty to do around here, during the academic year, and with regard to both my Faith and the needs of the larger community. At 65 years, 8 months, it’s important to consider at least the seeds of legacy. I’m in fine health, and I do want to continue with a full, contributive life. Five years of gainful employment remain. I will insist on actively taking part in the well-being of the Prescott area, both inside and outside my worksite. Summers will still find me visiting friends and family, in various parts of this continent, starting with a second journey northwestward, next June. Christmas and New Year’s will still be marked by the presence of loved ones and good friends, both here and on the East Coast. June, 2021 will still be the beginning of an extended journey to many parts of the globe, the only caveats being the needs of my son, any family he might have by then, and our larger family.
I will remain working to educate people on the Oneness of Mankind, on the need for an inquiring mind, and on the healing properties of Certified, Therapeutic Grade Essential Oils, and the imperative of wellness. My Rubicon was crossed, years ago, when Penny pointed me towards the mountain with a shimmering star above it.