An owl feast … According to the urban dictionary it’s a real term – who’d have thought? :) “A meal that you have late at light/really early in the morning (between midnight and 3am). This feast is usually had by … Continue reading
It was too cold to sit and sip coffee really, but she persevered. The wooden bench was cold. There was no warmth for it –or her – to hang onto yet. She savoured the last dregs of her coffee – … Continue reading
The Lenten discipline of Hungering for Life has really helped me enter into a flow – into what, and where, I do not know. But the journeying is good, very good. I feel as if I’ve grown new, healthy, strong … Continue reading
All quiet on the owl front? Not a bit of it! It’s been manic in this corner of the owl world in the best possible way! One of my friends taught me about flow charts a few weeks ago. I’m … Continue reading
On a snowy bench, in Naantali The two worlds did not collide Nor was the darkness blinded by the Light But as the wind blew through my hat and the weak sun kissed my face I sensed His Presence There … Continue reading
Are owls spontaneous I wonder. Do they pack up their bags and head off into the great unknown without much thought or a lot of preparation. Those two things are not mutually bound of course. Perhaps the owl – and … Continue reading
Have I ever known real hunger for anyone or anything Or thirsted so much it hurt? In the kernel of truth buried deep within I know I am too easily satisfied There is so much more to LOVE.