An owl played a significant role in our son's entrance into this
world. I was driving home after an art fair in Lahaina and witnessed
an owl fly into the truck in front of me and fall onto the highway. It
was after sunset and the highway was busy with fast moving cars. My
first thought was, "You've got to turn around..." followed by, "What
if it's hurt? What will I do?" Despite the onslaught of opposing
thoughts, I turned around. By the time I got back to the owl about 15
minutes had passed and it still laid on the median, not moving. I
pulled over, quickly ran out and picked it up in a sheet, and got off
the highway. I carried the owl to a grassy field on the other side of
the fence. The moon was rising. I looked down and sighed in relief
when its head started to move. I placed it on the grass and the owl
turned to me and gazed deeply and very peacefully into my eyes.
"I saw what happened to you and I had to come back," I said, tears
streamed down my face. "If you're hurt, we'll go in that car and we'll
find a doctor. You'll be alright. But, if you're not hurt, this would
be a good time to fly away."
I felt a flood of gratitude from the owl. Then, turning to the moon,
it opened it's wings and flew away, leaving behind one white feather.
I held it and cried, feeling so thankful and overwhelmed with joy.
Then, something very mysterious and surprising happened. I heard --or
maybe I should say "felt"-- the owl speak to me. "It's time. It's time
for you to have a baby."
The moons passed... and then our gift arrived. |
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