It was a New Moon night last summer. I was loading the dishwasher and starting my nightly routine. I heard an owl hooting outside. I stepped onto the balcony but didn’t see the owl. I sat on the patio chair. A lot was on my mind. I’d been feeling a persistent, inexplicable urge to change something in my life. Then I heard the owl again. This time, it sounded really close. I looked up, around, and back, and there he was, standing to the left of me, on top of the rail. He had been there the whole time. He was letting me know by hooting. He looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds. He had such piercing, deep eyes, like the darkness of the night sky. It was as if he knew everything that was about to happen, a major, life-changing shift. Then he flew away.
The sun is my friend, not my enemy. My skin absorbs sunlight and darkens because it reflects the sun’s intensity. The darker I am, the brighter I shine. My tanned skin is a reminder that the sun is inside me. It reminds me of my joy, playfulness, and sense of freedom.
We are either leaders or followers. Creators or consumers. Stars or fans. Rulers or servants. Neither is superior to the other. Both are vital for the holistic balance and harmony of the world, and so is knowing our place in this lifetime.
He was in a coma after a gnarly collision. He had a dream. A big arch stretched over a tree. Beneath the tree was a water paddle. He looked into the water but didn’t see his face in the reflection. A voice told him it wasn’t his time to go yet. He woke up and came back to life.
