An Owl Beckons

This morning, I woke from a dream where I saw three women I’ve known who are all passed now. I was speaking to one who had been a true mentor and cared a great deal for me. The other two, I only saw walking past while I was speaking to this first woman.

I also saw the woman who I had taken a workshop from. It felt like she was checking on me. We didn’t speak directly, but she was smiling as she watched me interact with this woman and others whom I was unclear about. They turned and wandered into the mists of time.

Then a white owl flew out of the mist, screeched as he went by, then disappeared into the shadows of the mist once again. I parted from the 1st woman I was talking to and followed where the owl led.

My time there was focused and purposeful. Although time seemed irrelevant somehow, as this place was outside the finite measurements of a clock. When I awoke, these images remained swirling in my consciousness.