The night embraced me softly as my breathing slowed, and my mind relaxed into the nonsensical thoughts that always come as sleep blurs my thinking. Outside, a full moon lit up the nighttime sky, but in my darkened bedroom, I was oblivious to anything beyond my closed eyelids.
Sometime around one o'clock, my eyes opened, and adjusted to the darkness. I had heard a familiar noise, and smiled. Keeping my breath soft, I strained to hear that sweet sound again. The soft call of a Great Horned Owl, sultry and smooth, somewhere in the night.
While I knew it couldn't be MY OWL, my feathered friend in Marysvale, it was AN owl. Once again, my thoughts turned to the Native American legends. What could I learn from his presence?
|Etsy Artist: Ryan Glassman|
Owls are considered to be perceptive creatures, and encourage us to develop our own skills of intuition. At this time in my life, I will need to use discernment as my circle of friends enlarges, to ensure that I am surrounded by those who will uplift and support me.
I'm thinking this time, the owl may have been reminding me just how far I have come. Out of darkness and fear, and into light and joy, I have traveled. I'm returning to my true path, and perhaps his voice was reminding me of that.
As I pulled the covers back over my shoulders, I pressed a smile into my pillow, feeling gratitude for his presence, and this unexpected gift in the night.