I’m in my 2 year anniversary week leaving Seattle and heading to Maine. The Trip started off perfect-when I was 14 miles from the Idaho border- I hit a deer. It was like a celebration and a death simultaneously. Unbelievable. I’ve been re birthing the entire time. The exact date was symbolic of another incident 19 years ago. Also a celebration and death. Completely sideswiped in both incidents. Human/deer-same same. The art of truly living is learning how to die. Where