|Mamma Owl, all knowing, when I see her I talk to her. Endlessly :)|
|Papa Owl. The protector. He watches. I talk to him too.|
I have had a very trying week so far, all areas of my life seem in disarray. Things that have happened that have made me question myself, and in addition I do think there’s something happening in the supernatural world as well that is affecting me. Today was especially trying at work, and honestly? I broke right down and cried. Right in front of my supervisor. Yep, that crybaby was me, tears flowing. Embarrassing, is what I will say.
Anyway, this evening I took my pups for their evening walk, and suddenly I heard the my friends, these special owls. I have not heard them for some time, they tend to be quiet when the nesting season is upon us, and the moment I heard them? I stopped in my tracks and listened to their wonderful and beautiful voices, and suddenly I felt comforted, grounded, and peaceful for the first time this week. Though they are a ways away (Mamma has babies in the nest and Dad keeps close to her) they knew I was close, and I think they were telling me that all would be well. It was only a few minutes literally, and then they were quiet once again. They told me what I needed to hear and were finished. They did their job well.
|Mamma and one of her babies last spring. Look at the love on that babes' face. AMAZING.|