owlette arrives bringing joy

Look who turned up in my painting the other day!

I swear I keep going back to look at him over and over and over again cuz he just makes me smile.

And that’s what it’s all about, right?

I’m gonna share more here, for the sake of authenticity. I often toy with omitting this part cuz I don’t wanna sound complainish, but it’s a piece of the story and maybe it will help someone to hear it. So sometimes I do share, with this in mind.

Here it is.

The other day I was feelin’ just awful. It’s been a bumpy ride for me, I tell ya! 🙂

Meanwhile I would look at this painting that’s been sitting there literally for months. It had a nest already but nothing inside … and I kept imagining a baby white owl.

Each time I looked, there he was, in my mind’s eye.

The pain would normally keep me in bed. But I remembered how deep down good it feels to my spirit, to paint, and how happy it makes me.

So I decided to go over and put a little owlette in the nest. It took all of five minutes and I cannot even begin to tell you how happy it made me.

What a payoff!

Days later I am still looking at him over and over again and my heart is still smiling.

I share this in hopes that if anyone reading it is going through a hard time, they might remember what brings them joy and may choose to take five little minutes to play in that playground or dip into that pond one tiny bit.

Even if it takes some of the energy that you so dearly need for healing.

Even if it sets you back just a hair. (You can weigh it out. Sometimes it’s worth it and maybe sometimes not. But look, look and see.)

It may give you the energy of joy … and love … and glee, yes glee … times a hundred!

This is my wish for you. ❤

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My friend Lily named him “La-la-loooooo.” I am so grateful for this very special, incredibly precious name. It’s perfect for him. Thank you, Lily!

My thing is painting. Here’s Lily doin’ her thing!

(She’s makin’ you wish you had a tutu, am I right? I know, I know, me too.)

PS Of course Lily’s photos appear with permission of her dear mom.

Lily dancing

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“The fish, the cats, the birds live with their curious dignity. Remember … ‘Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow’ … ‘Be not anxious for the morrow, let it take care of itself.’

Drift. Be like a leaf on the wind …

When I had my first mystical experience, I was in a great state of tension, trying to find out something. And suddenly I abandoned the whole thing and whoops, it flipped your inside …

And I felt like I was a leaf on the wind.

It happened to be at the time of year that was autumn and there were many dry leaves floating around, skittering about, you know how leaves play like they’re little children let out of school …

And I felt exactly like that, as if I didn’t own anything, didn’t have any responsibilities, didn’t care whether it went this way or that.

I was completely released.

And I felt completely at one with a leaf being blown by a wind and I was the wind and I was the leaf. And this wind was the wind that ‘bloweth where it listeth’ … it blows where it wills … at random.

To let go in that sense and allow and really consider the possibility that everything in life is completely out of control and at random …

But go with it.

This is fundamental to any kind of strength.”

— Alan Watts

La-la-looooo: A Leaf on the Wind
Adopt La-la-looooo! A Leaf on the Wind

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