10/26/2025
The Bleeding of Time
We think of time as being linear; we go from point a., to point b., end up in point c, and so on. This is not an accurate portrayal in the higher realms. My father’s passage towards death took several weeks. One day, from his hospital bed, he had my mom FaceTime me. He said to me, “I want to see what part of the world you are in.” - as if I wasn’t at my home in little Canal Fulton, Ohio. I happened to be sitting in my backyard at the time, and showed him my faded red fence and the blue sky above me. I had no idea then, that in just a few short weeks, I would find myself half-way across the world, in a remote and wild part of Wales.. the last remaining ancient piece of Britain.
It was not easy or simple to get here, to this wilderness in Wales. At one point in the journey, I said to my Dad (now in spirit), “you’d be so proud of me, Dad, that I’ve gotten this far on my own!”. The response that came from him was, “Why should I be “proud” of you? I know what you’re capable of.. this is nothing special… this is just you being you…”. I laughed. He was always a “straight to the point” kind of guy.
I didn’t have a rain coat for my trip, and my mom let me take one of my dad’s. “Don’t leave it in Wales!”, she said. Oh, I won’t. Every time I put that rain coat on, I said, “Come on Dad, let’s go”… and we’d explore. And there were so many things we discovered
