Many of us have sacred places that we return to throughout our lives that serve as both anchors and crucibles. Some that exist physically and some that are forever etched in our minds. Sacred places, that both form our foundation of self while also helping us burn off the non-essential baggage we accumulate in life that may be holding us back, or is of limited or no value to us. Williamsburg is such a place for me. Over my life, I have both visited and lived in Williamsburg virtually every year of my life. In fact, my life began in Williamsburg when my parents, Albert and Sharon, welcomed their second son, while my dad finished his degree at The College William and Mary. Williamsburg has always been a sacred and historic place. A place where our centuries old history as a country began to be formed. A place where our democracy was conceived and through its infancy grew to take its first steps onto the world stage.
