Saturday is fitting like a pair of comfortable shoes. The Old Man has finished his Woods Walk. Summer is all around. The lull of life is appreciated. New ventures call our name. The Old Man could hear the strange call of two Wood animals talking with each other this morning. The guttural sounds they made were alien. They were having quite a conversation. I had heard the sound before in another life.

I wonder what the animals think when we humans converse. We are speaking of simple things, while they may hear words of danger. Perhaps the Woods Family hears a call to arms when we are discussing where to build the campfire. Misunderstandings happen. Have you spoken to someone, and they only heard select words? What they heard makes for an interesting conclusion.

Peace comes to the seeker. We each hold the key to peace. No one has the market on peace. It is a free gift. Politicans tell us that we will have peace through strength. The words of Christ are compassion and empathy; the poor are mentioned time and again. Jesus was focused on the poor, those who have no voice, the unseen among us. He did not minister with Arnold Schwarzenegger’s biceps and carrying an AK 47. He was not John Wayne with a Colt revolver strapped on his side. Jesus did not say, ” Follow me, and I will make you rich.

The Aliens kept speaking with each other in the Woods. Mr. Mole told the Old Man that they were talking about him. Mr. Mole said he spoke a little Alien. The Aliens were planning a conquest of Earth, capturing humans to take back to the Andromeda Galaxy for study. Mr. Mole said they were discussing whether we would allow them to feel us as they had no eyes.

The tiny visitors became friends with the old man and Mr Mole. They felt peace in each other’s presence