This morning was an exceptionally beautiful meditation; early morning is a sacred Pastoral thing here. Maria and I sat silently out in the chairs for nearly an hour, and when I looked up, I saw a chipmunk staring at me, and then meditating with me. I fear for his life in Zip-land. It got darker around noon, feels like rain. The heat wave came down. I have no idea whether the war is over, so I’m praying it is.

They are not fighting for me.

I hate the idea of young Americans dying for rich older men, speaking as a poor older man. Let the billionaires and weapons makers go and fight if they wish; we can live without them. There are plenty left.

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The morning light is a photographer’s dream.

Good morning to my tree.

My chipmunk friend appeared overhead. He showed no fear of me. Stay away, Zip.

The robins are all over the place building their nests.

Morning in the pasture.

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My chipmunk friend meditated with me for a long time. I urged him to stay away from Zip.

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