December 28, 2022 early am I’m up in the early, pitch dark silence of York, England, sitting in the living room of the beautiful AirBnB I rented nearly a year ago for just this occasion, the final day of my 5th decade. A number of people I love are asleep in this house with me: the incomparable Dr Marry, my spectacular mother, her partner Bob, my beloved Quinn and his girl Leona. All, and my brother Wes for part of it, have made the trek across the pond to celebrate this milestone birthday with me—something I have been planning since Dr Marry and I celebrated my 46th birthday in Yorkshire…
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The start of the next leg of the journey
Look just at the path. Look as far down it as you can. Notice how it bends ever so slightly, out of sight? We think we're on a straight, even path, but we can only see as far as we can see. What is coming is completely unknown to us. That's my favorite thing about literal paths. I love it when they disappear, which they all do because our eyes can only see so far; they move beyond our sight line. However they cease to be immediately visible, that's the part of the journey that has anticipation, anxiety, fear of the unknown and mystery. It might be more of the…
