Something happens when you go hiking to remote places and its just you and nature. It is something that I have always enjoyed. I usually walk to the destination going up, and run if I can going downhill, to me its a rush. Some times night catches me and I have to use my flashlight. Some times no one is around, no sounds of civilization, just you, the breeze, and a winding trail that weaves its way across mountains and valleys. No matter where you are close your eyes for a couple of minutes and listen to every single sound in detail, breath. When I wrote words #1 I was stocked to be sending the newsletter to 12 subscribers, now a couple of months later its 248 of us. Thank you, it is an honor. I just posted a song, I hope you like it. So many things going on in the world, I hope that you are doing well. I may take a little long sometimes but I will reply to your messages. I leave you with a thought that puts some things in perspective for me, "When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps 100 times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and 1st blow it will split in two and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before (Jacob Riis) Drop me a line sometime. Best!