Reflections on Kirkridge and Building Peace

Early morning at Kirkridge. Woodpecker is thumping away at a tree – birds chirping. Patches of fog drift across the valley below. Who can sleep? I listen to the sounds – the trill of frogs. Even the grass seems to sing. Solitude is lost among this nature. I am not usually an early morning person […]

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An October Morning

It’s an October morning and the light is soft through the patches of blue that appear between the blanket of cloud. PeeWee, the orange and white, steps lightly up onto the step and leans against the screen door, not a meow escaping his lips. I put out his bowl of wet food, return for the […]

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