Epiphany Mass tonight was really special to attend together as a family.
We also opened the very last gift under our Christmas tree tonight.
Epiphany is not an ending. It is a revelation.
By Little Christmas, the manger is full.
The shepherds have come.
The Magi have arrived.
Christ is revealed to all.
This is why the Church waits.
Perhaps more fantastical fiction than modern folklore, the 'Dogdyke Werewolf' was discovered in 1926 on Langrick Fen, Lincolnshire. The skeleton of a half-wolf and half-man creature found buried in peat.
Advent Sunday. At dusk, in the deep blue light, under a halfwaxen moon, Old Fox quietly left the cottage. He was carrying a tangled wreath of newly-cut holly and ivy and laurel-bay leaves to the Sheep Church, a Chapel of Ease up on the Downs, a lonely, wild place close to the sea. Few visited there.
It was dark in the little church with a faint scent of centuries-old cloves and frankincense, and when he lit the first of the four advent candles, the light was miracular: golden and vast in the ancient shadows. It is for Hope, he told the ghosts there, for Hope.
#BuongiornoATutti
Cammino senza sosta su queste rive, tra la sabbia e la schiuma.
L’alta marea cancellerà le mie impronte e il vento spazzerà via la schiuma.
Ma il mare e la riva rimarranno per sempre.
Khalil Gibran ✍️
#VentagliDiParole
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