Hello, dear friends and kindred spirits!

A blessed and happy January to you. And a warm welcome to those of you who are new here at Evensong Stories. Thanks for joining us!

I usually begin these quiet monthly missives with a weather report—because I believe that the world of weather and wind, of sun and sky, of snow and rain and sleet and fog is a way into the world beyond worlds, an invitation to look beyond the surface and see the depths. As Ruth Pitter says in one of my favorite poems:

The tree and its haunting bird
Are the loves of my heart,
But where is the word, the word,
O where is the art

To say or even to see
For a moment of time
What the bird and the tree must be
In the true sublime?

On this first day of January, I want to remember to look and to see, to pay attention to the grey clouds that brood over the steely waters of the Sound, to notice the way the tops of the fir trees stand out in stark green relief against the grey of the sky, to gaze in wonder as the sun breaks through the western clouds and lights up the cedars like candles.

There is beauty everywhere—moss growing in the cracks of the pavement, lunaria leaves stretched like parchment inside their round frames, a spray of snowberries. On my run today, I saw bulb leaves poking up through the earth—crocus, most likely, though they looked like daffodils. Even in the depths of winter, life is always breaking through. It’s quiet, unobtrusive, but it’s there for those who have eyes to see.

And it points to “the true sublime”—or rather, at the heart of each thing its true sublimity shines, its essence, its is-ness, which reflects the Creator who made grey skies and steely waters, cedars and snowberries, who makes the sun and the rain and brings life from death.

This new year I pray, again, with the blind men on the road to Jerusalem: “Lord, I want to see.” I join Ruth Pitter, again, in her prayer:

O give me before I die
the grace to see
with eternal, ultimate eye
the bird and the tree.

Novel Update

I sent my first round of revisions for This Gladsome Light to my editor in mid-December. I should get feedback for the next round sometime next month. So now I wait. And gratefully. I need a break from this story—by the time I sent it in, I was so close to it I couldn’t really see it anymore. Another month of working on other things will (I very much hope) enable me to see what I’ve actually written and not just what I think I’ve written. :)

In the meantime, I plan to work on my talks for a Lenten women’s retreat and (I hope!) to make a little progress on my next novel. I have two that I’ve started. Here are the two-sentence summaries.

The Restoration of Tiffany Inn is a dual timeline novel set in the 1910’s and 2021 in Port Lawrence (the same town as This Gladsome Light). In a historic inn half-destroyed by fire, a young widow finds an unfinished diary written during World War I and sets out to unearth the rest of the story.

The Hazel Tree is a literary retelling of Cinderella set in the west of England during the Regency. At the hazel tree in the heart of the forest near her home, a grieving and neglected girl finds hope—and an unlikely friendship.

I’d love to hear which of these sounds interesting to you. Maybe respond in the comments or shoot me an email?

For those of you who haven’t yet read “A Home to Dwell In,” it’s an Advent story of waiting and longing, and of God coming in unexpected ways. I realize it’s no longer Advent in the church year, but, friends, it is nearly always Advent in our lives, for we are always waiting and longing for something—and ultimately for Someone.

A Home to Dwell In

K. C. Ireton

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December 23, 2024

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December in Books

Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan

This book came highly recommended by my spiritual director. Apart from her commendation, I had no idea what to expect when I started to read it, but the writing was so good—clear and spare and simple and yet evocative, too—that I trusted the author to take me wherever she wanted. And oh my. What a lovely story. What nearly perfect prose. The kind that makes my heart hurt it’s so good. This is a short novel, a little over 100 pages, and appropriately enough, the story takes place in December and culminates on Christmas Eve. I won’t say more than that because I hope you’ll read it and enjoy the same delight of discovery as I did.

Sister of the Angels by Elizabeth Goudge

If you’ve been reading Evensong Stories for any length of time, you know that I am an Elizabeth Goudge fangirl. This was my first time reading her quietly luminous and quietly funny Sister of the Angels (a sequel to City of Bells, though I think it stands on its own). This is a short novel, only 100 pages, and the story takes place in December, culminating on Christmas Eve.* As with all Goudge novels, the setting is as much a part of the story as any of the characters, and one particular setting—the chapel in the crypt of the cathedral—plays a central role in the story’s action and the growth of the characters.

*I promise I did not plan my reading to work out like this. It’s one of those delightful serendipities that comes to avid readers—the kind that gladdens our book-loving hearts and makes us want to read still more.

The Arrow and the Crown by Emma C. Fox

I bought this book for Jane (my teenage daughter) for Christmas—and then read the first chapter to make sure it was good. And boy was it. I couldn’t put it down, read the whole thing before I gave it to Jane—merry Christmas to me! This debut YA fantasy novel is delightful, winsome, and well-written. Set in a world reminiscent of Shannon Hale’s Bayern (anyone remember The Goose Girl?), the story revolves around Anna, a 16-year-old orphan with a lot of pluck and heart. When her horse is attacked by the Beast and runs into the haunted Grunwald Forest, Anna takes off after him—and her life is changed forever. So good, y’all.

Epiphany

January 6 (this coming Monday) is Epiphany—the feast day on which we celebrate the coming of the Magi to the Christ Child and the revelation of salvation to the Gentiles.

One traditional Epiphany activity is the house-blessing. At first blush, this seems like an odd connection, and I will admit that it’s a bit of a stretch, but that’s one of the things I love about the church year: its playful interaction with the stories of Scripture. Liturgical time is not afraid to take liberties.

According to tradition, there were three Magi, and their names were Caspar, Melchior, and Baltasar. Initials: C, M, and B.

Now, if you know Latin, you’re familiar with the phrase Christus mansionem benedicat. In English, “Christ, bless this home.”

And would you look at that? Christus mansionem benedicat also starts with the letters C, M, and B!

“Well,” said some faithful person somewhere in our past, “why don’t we have a house blessing on Epiphany then?” And that’s what they did. They marked the lintels of their doors with the initials C M B plus the year, and prayed a blessing over the house.

Now, I have no idea who first made this connection or why. But make it someone did, and the house-blessing became a staple of Epiphany. What I love about it is that those chalk letters over my door remind me each time I enter my house that I am to be like the Magi, willing to leave what is familiar and known in order to follow where Christ leads. When I write those letters on the lintel, I am setting an intention: I intend to follow Christ. And as the months of the new year begin to unspool, every time I see those letters, they remind me to pause for a moment and reorient myself toward Christ.

If you’d like to have a house-blessing on Epiphany, on Monday I’ll be publishing a short liturgy for you to use when you mark the lintel of your home. I realize some of you may want to plan ahead, so if you want it now, here’s an early-access link.

In this new year, friends, may you have eyes to see the beauties that unspool around you, right in the middle of winter, and may they point you to the One who is Life, whose heart of love and joy pulses at the center of all things. May you know you are loved and may you hear Our Lord rejoice over you with singing.

~KC

Sources:
Ruth Pitter, “The Bird in the Tree”