Today, one of my closest spiritual companions will be buried. I will not be present because I am already in route, traveling a long way from home.
 
We had a conversation that lasted almost 20 years. She was the wisdom to my spiritual wondering and my wandering spirit. And whenever I was lost, she reminded me I wasn’t.
 
She held up for me again and again the miracle and mystery of God’s attention. Of God’s eye on the sparrow. Of God’s love encompassing me. She taught me about presence. And so, although I am already miles away from where her family and friends gather, I am present with them, with her. And our conversation can continue.

I know every bird in the sky,
and the creatures of the fields are in my sight.
Psalm 50:11