February 3, 2017, Prescott-
I just read a post, by a friend who wishes to remain at a certain distance, both physical and fraternal. She wrote of people with whom she feels exceptionally close, but who live far from her. This got me thinking, once more, about my soul’s family.
My biological family, and Penny’s, to a one, scattered from Massachusetts and Maine, through Connecticut, New York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, Florida to Indiana, Missouri, Colorado, California and Oregon, perhaps, in and of themselves, justify my peripatetic nature. Yet, they are also largely occasional in my life, and I, in theirs.
My son, as well as my Baha’i family-here in Arizona, in Nevada, in Alaska, in South Korea and across the Atlantic, in Europe, are on their own paths, also, and will figure in mine, only to the extent that my path dovetails with theirs.
The same is true of each person in the web that my life has woven, across every state in the United States, much of Canada,the northeast tip of South America, a bit of eastern Asia, the State of Israel,the West Bank, and a slice of western Europe. The network of people whom I’ve met has been my greatest blessing, since the physical loss of my wife. It has been a rich series of life experiences. I am hardly the world traveler that some see, especially compared with the many correspondents, whose work I read on Word Press, on a daily basis. Yet, in every state, province and nation, there is at least one place, and often several, where I am well at home.
There are no strangers, anywhere, only friends I have not met. This is not a cliche, at least not to me, and much more, I’ve been assured, is to come.