FROM OUR JOURNAL PAGES:Peg: When we first went to Northen Ireland, tension in the neighborhood where we worked was high. People were constantly on edge and suspicious of those around them. The hostel where we stayed was locked and gated at dusk and teh IRA and paramilitary were acting as vigilanties. People were divided, yet in the midst of the troubles there ran thin golden strands of hope holding everything together.
Chuck: I don't think that I can put words around this image. It took a long time for it to emerge and continues to immerse me in contemplation.
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