A Little Further North

It's been a long time since I was able to spend a week away from the push and pull of media demands, electronic umbilical cords and deadlines-and just focus on the lifelines. A few days in the glorious Upper Peninsula of Michigan with my son was right on time. There's something sacred to me, about getting to a place where there is more trees than people, that resets my inner GPS. Add to that, some major synchronicities involving my old friend John Denver, a wonderful woman on a flight, (who flew to New York just to bring her father some chocolate candy) and sleeping 12 hours a night, has me feeling like a major amount of rust has been removed from my reptilian brain stem.