I spent the weekend my aunt in the woods.

She’s a self-sufficient, off-the-grid kind of lady. Grows a lot of her own food, makes her own wine, built her own house. If you want to get ahold of her, you have to call my cousin who lives down the road in a house that has electricity and a phone–she’ll drive up to my aunt’s to relay a message.

As you might expect, all this is situated in the middle of the woods.

No angry neighbors.

No traffic.

No billboards.

Just good people, and trees, and some dogs (and chickens and a horse).

My health hasn’t been this good since the last time I went camping. Nearly the same latitude, also in the trees.

If I’m serious about giving my body the right environment that it needs to heal, that goes beyond just the foods that I eat and the job that I do. Perhaps that also means my actual physical location.

I’ve started a search for a place where I actually want to be, and I think that will contribute to a positive trajectory in my life.

I think PLACE matters more than we want to think.

The ideal place to make money is the city (usually), but it’s not the ideal place for healing.

In the 19th century, they would send you away on a long vacation if you got sick–to the seaside, usually. Now, you just put your head down and work harder.