After the events of this past week - the shooting on Parliament Hill being large in my mind - plus international events - the spread of the Ebola virus also being large in mind - I can't help but feel particularly lucky to be where I am.
Today in Norway House it is grey and misty. The snow that I wrote about earlier this month has melted away and the temperature is relatively mild. The trees and shrubs, now bare, clustered leaflessly together, look like woven baskets. As I walked back and forth from the college where I teach, only a few ravens were out and about, lazily coasting over the treetops.
It is, in a word, peaceful. And that's nothing to take lightly.