I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

From “Angels”, a poem by Mary Oliver:

“I don’t care how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. It’s enough to know that for some people they exist, and that they dance.”

This weekend we celebrated two birthdays in our family, my grandson baby James, and my fourth child, his Auntie JJ. Here they are when James was brand new. (He’s two now!)

In church, we said the birthday prayer from The Book of Common Prayer for them:

“Watch over thy children, O Lord, as their days increase; bless and guide them wherever they may be. Strengthen them when they stand; comfort them when they are discouraged or sorrowful; raise them up if they fall; and in their hearts may thy peace which passeth understanding abide all the days of their lives; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen”

And, just like the day JJ was really born on, the first snow fell this morning, how about that? (No wonder her favorite holiday is Christmas.) Is it any wonder I have spent all day humming, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow.”?