Desolate exploration

Many years ago, well before my Parkinson’s diagnosis, my mother gave me a small piece of wall art depicting a Greek fresco of Saint George slaying the dragon. She proclaimed it to portray “Saint Peter, slaying his next dragon.” She was referring to my next life adventure and asked that I place it near the bed where it might protect me while sleeping.

Neither my mother nor I have been particularly religious in the organizational sense, but I do believe that we have both attempted to be spiritu...