Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Monday, March 28, 2011

Monday, March Evening

I'm listening to an owl speak the language of hoot. It is verbose, this owl. I haven't heard an owl for many years and I feel a sense of relief at its' hoot, hoot, hoot. Hoot. Always four.

Strange, this relief. They are master hunters, owls. They are the raptor of raptors, so hearing one should not give me peace. But they have been gone, when once I heard them often. And there it is, loud and clear through the closed-upness of a house in a Minnesota March.

Everything is wrong, it is polluted, contaminated and irradiated. It is immoral and unconscionable. I feel as if America is a Tim Burton movie. With a bit of international irrationality tossed in for good measure.

And I hear the owl. 

8 comments:

  1. We have an owl living in the surrounding woods. Rarely seen but on occasion, as he/she glides through the trees, I swear it's wing span is at least 5+ feet, tip to tip.

    And, yes, we've polluted, mangled and savaged too much of the Earth. The hard question is, have we passed the tipping point?

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  2. Yay for owls. We have a lot of different sorts ~ but we're not quite so polluted. The thing I look for are swamp harriers. They are very sensitive to environmental pollution & are the first thing to go. Chin up Sandra. The end is not yet & there is still plenty of beauty to be had & kindred spirits to drink coffee with, good books to read & sunshine to warm the cockles of our souls.

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  3. I do love owls although felt a bit disconcerted once when I read of their varied symbolism. I collected them as a child in the seventies -- hooked an owl rug, had numerous figurines -- but they portend death in some cultures -- and in others, luck.

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  4. Seems this assortment of humans we share this little world with has lost the sense of what is really important and is moving at a break-neck pace in the wrong direction. I am afraid that those of us who want to save the important things like owls are too few. I wish it were different because I miss the sounds that brought me peace and joy in my younger days. Thanks for this inspiring post.
    Odie

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  5. What would we do without these special moments of connection with what is real, authentic and true? I guess we have to follow their example and continue to follow our best instincts, no matter how insanity encroaches.

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  6. In the land of the Annishanbe, where you reside, the owl is the Women's Eagle. Powerful and able to guide The People through the darkness. More people should be listening.

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  7. The connection to nature seems to center us amidst the chaos of what's going on in the world right now.

    Love this.

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  8. Hey all. It has been a busy couple of days! I haven't heard Mr. Hoot since.

    Bill, I think we are past the tipping point.

    Ganeida, It's hard to keep the chin up, but I think it's the waddle I'm carrying around. : )

    Elizabeth, I am not superstitious, so all they portend to me is hopefully an environment that hasn't killed them off.

    Hey Odie! What you say is true. Things are surely not going to improve in the near future.

    Bonnie, I'm trying.

    gsc, the things I learn! I wish I had some power.

    Life, you are right, it does.

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