“Hail, Spirits of Night, Mother of Darkness, Jewel of the Night. May your peace descend upon us, and teach us to be at peace with ourselves, that we might build peace together in the light. Moran taing, agus sla\inte mhath.”
The day has oscillated between cloudy and clear, ending with clear, sharp cold as the waxing moon hangs in the hush of the midnight sky. I breathe in the power of stillness and timeless silence, and breathe out gratitude.