Gleaned after thirty hours of reading en route to NY, in the hotels, on the way home and today:
Love is the opposite of fear.
The love I gift another, I gift myself.
A shift in perception is a miracle.

New York was lovely, sunshine, lush greens, mountains, warm, clear lakes. There was enough time to read and think, to canoe through the lakes, to visit Ithaca, free thinking capital of New York. And the food at Moosewood was heavenly.