To Karin (Amor vincit omnia).
Once upon a time, there was a woman and a hawk. They lived in a small village, in a smaller Swiss canton, high in the Alps. The village was a quiet and peaceful place. The people worked hard, and they certainly knew how to play and dance after a long season of work and at harvest time.
As time went on, some in the village began to complain about the woman and her hawk. She seemed to spend her days, sitting on a rocky crag with her bird, gazing out over the valley, apparently dreaming, seemingly oblivious to the needs of the people. Soon, more and more villagers began to complain. They thought the woman was lazy. She was not working long hours in the field as they were. She was not producing anything of worth or note for the village. She did not seem to be contributing to the welfare of the community. After all, the citizens of the village worked long and hard hours, and they did not have time to sit around, preening themselves under the warm sun, high on the hard rock rim under the warmth and light of daystar. Many people began to resent feeding the hawk and the woman who sat on the rock edge, apparently doing nothing.
A committee was formed, and they voted unanimously to banish the woman and her hawk. A letter was sent to her, stamped with the official seal of the town. The next day at dawn, when the bridegroom of the day rose under the blue canopy, the woman and her hawk left.
Within a long year, many of the people in the Alpine village died. A disease, carried by an army of rodents, crawled into every chalet, infecting parents and children alike.
The moment the woman and the hawk left the village, the rodents knew they could enter worry fear or worry.
Those who were left in the village finally turned and lifted their eyes to the hills, and there, waiting patiently, was the woman and her hawk.