March 5, 2020-
As my dear love got ready to go on to her next spiritual journey, I was driving with our son to her hospice. Random road construction set us back, about three minutes. As we got to the door of the facility, a slight spiral of air brought leaves and dust upward, on an otherwise still morning. I knew she was not able to hang on, any longer.
It’s been nine years, since that hard March morning. Each anniversary since, I’ve taken stock of where I am. The bottom line is that I am able, in general, to do what she and my other spirit guides tell me is necessary. I feel her presence, constantly.
There has been a fair amount of travel involved, to accomplish the goals that she and I had set for our later years. There are both family (biological and extended) visits and journeys on behalf of our shared Baha’i Faith. There are acts of service to the developmentally disabled, whose education was Penny’s life’s work. There is embracing a community, in its pursuit of sustainable culture. There is facing down all the negative forces that threaten the lives, and livelihoods, of so many-from the capriciousness of politics and finance, to the mind games that play out in interpersonal relationships.
These things always concerned Penny and sometimes “drove her nuts”. There was one thing that kept her steady, even in the darkest of days: Her faith in God and a knowledge that Creation, in its many forms, was eternal. No corrupt financier, feckless school administrator or greedy medical practitioner ever kept her from realizing her goals.
To this day, I hold all the lessons of her life, dear to my heart.