Thank you, Ang, for our wise owl who is now perched knowingly in the tree. He watches and listens and reminds me with a nod that peace may not just be what you get when the house, and the Land, is still and quiet.
He speaks voicelessly of the peace that can hold sway even when the house is busy and the Land is divided and the lords are leaping and the tempers are fraying and the friction is close.
He gently hums this morning's carol, "Oh come, thou Day-Spring, come and cheer, our spirits by thy Advent here, disperse the gloomy clouds of night, and Death's dark shadows put to flight."
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, oh frozen North.