She wasn't content just to be a psychiatrist; she went on to be Board Certified, the highest you can go in her profession. She wasn't content to "know what she knew;" she went to seminar after seminar, year after year, exploring alternate ways of knowing, and being, and creating.
She took copious and incomprehensible (to me) notes at these conferences. It was clear that she wasn't taking this in through a drinking straw, she was using a fire hose. She explored the universe in countless ways the last 20 years or so, and took it with her to wherever she is now. I pulled the course material and her notes from the binders, and put them in the paper recycle bin. The wisdom and insight that lives on those pages now lives with her, in whatever form she's taken. All that's left is the husk.
She was also fond of carrying around little notebooks, in which she'd write brief notes to herself. This one leaped off the page and kissed me:
"It's a privelege as a human to feel loss and the capacity to hold this."
Well said, me love.
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Thank you Eric for continuing to share your love, pics and stories of Peggy. You and Zoe sure have many wonderful memories to reflect on for years to come.
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