“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

7.13.2008

Owl of the morning


This is this morning's owl. I find that my first thought is to offer an apology for the poor quality of the photograph, which is something I've sworn to no longer do. So I take it back. This is this morning's owl. His existence has become part of my morning routine. My morning meditation. It's a standing meditation - I slow my breathing to match that of the trees, and I become still. I watch. I look. I focus. Each leaf, each limb, each shadow. No thinking. I just look, and if I'm lucky, there he is. Sometimes there's more than one, but one is enough, one is plenty. I feel quite privileged, now a part of his world. A part of his morning meditation. So I stand and we breath the same air and we both pay little attention to the cardinal flitting through the trees while paying total attention to the cardinal flitting through the trees. The robins are everywhere, flying from limb to limb and then to the ground, a mockingbird is singing from the ginkgo tree, and they are all background, but they are also all there is. When he's done, the owl flies farther back into the cherry laurel stand & disappears from my sight. I stand for a few minutes more and now the cardinal is no longer a part of me & the owl & the trees - he's a cardinal. But for those few moments I knew the connection between us all. I take that feeling with me & head back home.

11 comments:

  1. What a blessing! It is often difficult for me to put those moments in words, you wrote it beautifully.

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  2. Oh! How very beautiful and silent

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  3. p.s I've never seen an owl in person before. That must really be awesome!

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  4. that's what i tend to do... apologise for the poor quality of my shots...
    great moments of sharing

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  5. The crepe myrtle is gorgeous! Haven't written lately but am keeping up. Nothing going on except quilting...and weeding...etc. Wonder if that would grow here? I think it is a fantastic blessing to be able to spend the summer with the owls. Enjoy!

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  6. Oh, I love how you talked about the owl's point of view as well as your own...that you have become a part of his meditation.
    What is it about owls? When they look at you, it is as though they are REALLY looking at you...those big intense eyes. You cannot help but hold the gaze. What could they be thinking about as they observe us?
    They are fascinating and elusive creatures...how lucky you are that you get to see them so often!

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  7. The owls really ARE a blessing. Katie, Robert & I were leaving Mary's house the other night & as Robert left the back door he spied an owl. Katie & I had existed via the front door & as she turned to wait for Robert, she just began to laugh. "You look so HAPPY!" she said to him, knowing he'd spotted an owl. So of course we joined him & all three of us stood there grinning like fools.

    Hard to beat.
    :) Debi

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  8. owl magic. bird magic. magic of listening and paying attention. real attention. it is a gift you have debi and each time you share something that pertains to paying attention in this way it helps me begin again. focus, breathe, let go, breathe, pay attention, focus. lovely photos of mr. owl peering out at us bloggers and paying his own kind of attention :)

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  9. Robin, you are so kind. I know that if YOU were standing in the gaze of an owl, you too would suddenly be paying attention to all these things. It's impossible to not do so.

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  10. So lovely that you have an owl in your life, such a wonderful meditation!

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  11. Tammie - More than one. Last night they were calling to each other from different trees. It was both beautiful & spooky - they're screech owls & it's a very weird sound they make. But very wonderful walking around in the dark under the trees listening to them.

    :) Debi

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