Topic: Owls

[Nichi]

This dream would almost fit in the just-for-fun category, except that there was a mission afoot.  And I might not share it at all, except that I found a picture online that shows it pretty closely.

I was flying with several owls in the night. One of the owls was carrying something very large, and we understood that we were about getting this 'something' safely to our destination. It was very serious business.

I was looking at the owls closely, admiring how surrealistically large they were, when it finally dawned on me that I was an owl along with them. The realization of this disrupted the plot.

[Ke-ke wan]

I was looking at the owls closely, admiring how surrealistically large they were, when it finally dawned on me that I was an owl along with them. The realization of this disrupted the plot.

Interesting!   I've been an owl like this once too and I as well didn't realize it until I looked at my hands and found they were not hands at all,  but wingtips!

I've done a few journeys with owls while doing my Gramma's basement work. 

[Michael]

I was looking at the owls closely, admiring how surrealistically large they were, when it finally dawned on me that I was an owl along with them. The realization of this disrupted the plot.

I'm sure it did disrupt the plot.
This is exactly what I was speaking of elsewhere re the process of absorption. At one moment we are looking at something, and the next we become that. What we perceive we absorb into our soul - our soul is infinitely malleable, and in an instant, it becomes the object of our perception.

[Nichi]

[Nichi]

This man is a wonderful bird photographer. He is especially gifted with owls: Earl Reinink

[Michael]

Great owl shot!

[Nichi]

[Nichi]

[Nichi]

It's such a charge to be standing outdoors, to have an owl fly right past you. Had that opportunity a few times in my travels. What is uncanny is how silently they fly, and yet, you can sense their power. You "sense" them before you see or hear them. They ride on gentle ripples.

When I look at these pictures, I'm struck with the roundedness of their wing spans. And I get a flash of being prey. Whoosh, you are caught, but you are enveloped at the same time, with an odd sense of being protected into death.

Ever felt an owl's feather? There is nothing softer.

[Nichi]

[Nichi]

[Michael]

needs some claw clipping there

[Nichi]

needs some claw clipping there

Heheh ... you're a natural pruner, aren't you?

[Nichi]

Something tells me they were onto the photographer... 

[Nichi]