Ah Bliss- a break from the Construction Concerto outside my bedroom window last night. And how sweet the sound of the rain coming down, clearing away all sorts of pollution. The little night sounds I love came back- the crickets, song of the nightbirds and in the distance, an alto hooting of the owl living the big tree in our backyard.
The owl and I are well acquainted. I thank my insomnia for the gift of those hours out on the deck. Over the years, I've listened for her familiar hooting and felt as though I wasn't alone in the dark. This year, there are new hootings in the choir. They are higher pitched and make me smile, for I believe there are owlets high up in the nest in our oak tree.
Mama Owl has many messages lately- which I need to slow down and learn to hear again. It is all to easy to get lost in the noise of life and forget to live it. For now, I'm shutting off all the electronic distractions and tuning into the music outside my window.
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