“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders at our quaint spirits.”
William Shakespeare, “A Midsummer Night's Dream”
Owls are to the woods as whales are to the ocean.
Spotted owls are both the endangered darlings of the environmental movement, and the pesky devil of industrialization. It was the rapid decline of the species that thrived in old growth forests — a valuable commodity for industry — that brought on an us vs. them environmental debate.
Owls are primarily nocturnal creatures, making them seem elusive and mysterious. Encountering an owl just before dawn inspires one with nature’s beauty that dwells in the shadows of night.
In shamanic cultures owls perceive veiled truths, are wise and understand the spirit world. Owls, say some, call us to explore the darkest parts of our soul, inspired by their extraordinary night vision.
The contemplationEnvisioning an owl perched among the trees at night, my heart jumps joyfully at its mellow song of whoo, whoo, whoo through the starlit night. I savor the beauty of the owl’s night time vision — an ability to see truth even in the darkest hour. Like the owl, I remain a patient observer of hidden truths.