Me + Owl = Truth

An owl was hooting in the distance when I started out on my hike this morning. The owl carried me up the hill, my body weighed down with thirty extra pounds, the hoots lifting my spirit up the path. Owl = Mother and I have been thinking a lot about her the past day or two. She is pushing through all the distractions, all the projects and telling me, it is time to write this story. Just an hour a day is all I need and it will be written. Get out of the way now, it’s time. And the owl kept calling me up that hill, each step a proclamation of my physical strength, my determination, my discipline. All expressions of my love for myself and all that I am connected to, but it starts with me in my center, my heart, my core. Love.