"It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there,
all speckled with stars,
and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them,
and discuss about whether they was made, or only just happened."
Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
A map is rarely, if ever, a starting point. and it's certainly not an end point, even the parts that bleed off the edges or require tape to keep them held together do not lead to a place called You Are Here. Where those maps and guidebooks and bucket lists lead is up to you, and you alone, and if you've tried then you know: this thing we call life seems to be part mirror tricks and part mirage, the closer we think we get the more likely to see we have no clue where to next. If you've had a MAP than you know bits of me, and by that I mean, you've tasted where I'm coming from as a craft chocolate maker, with hints of where I've been and the many things that bring me joy and have, on more than one occasion, made me stop in my tracks and take notice. So here goes: a bit more about all that,
and then some.