June 19, 2001: Called upon to help seek

I walked through the fresh cut forest—quickly noticing the winding stream, the young ferns and dots of poison ivy. Looking up the hill at the cluster of homes where my neighbors live…I found myself wondering who’s side I’d stand on? Ten steps into the fresh cut scent of once hidden beauty the blue jay shared with me a song. I knew at that very moment, this place of unrest for neighbors had in fact been blessed with peace and not chapters of human destruction.