The crane is a bird that can teach us about the way to find Awen. She is patience personified – she can sit for hours as motionless as a statue, gazing into the water, waiting to strike. So too, the Bard who would seek Awen must learn to wait – to have a mind that is still, yet focused – like the crane’s, and a heart that is as calm as a tranquil lake. Then, when the bright flash of Awen is seen beneath the surface, the mind can swiftly grasp it, so that it becomes food for a new day.
“Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.”