The Owl and the Druid Myth
A barn owl is a ghost, a spirit, a soul within a wingspan. They are harbingers of the spirit world, and carry myth and magic with them in almost every culture. A barn owl is exactly what she wished she could be. Free, and wild, with a heart shaped face. Eyes that could track their prey across the night, the same as they could find their lover in flight. Being human was overrated.
Mrs Mia Wallace
She was nineteen years old when she finally left this earth. By my side her entire life, and I was forty one at the time of her passing. That meant nearly half my life, I had Mrs Mia Wallace next to me. This was a blessing like no other I have ever experienced in my lifetime thus far. When we first got her, she was so small she could fit in my jacket zipped up. We wondered why we got such a small dog, we were normally ‘Big Dog People’, if you know what I mean. She was my girl, it was my decision to get a dog, we were young and married too young. He didn’t want anything to do with her, that is, until he saw what a bright light she was. Once you saw Mia, you couldn’t ever turn away from her light. This little dog saved my life, more than once, that much is certain.
Running through the doorway as excited as the dog, he barks at me, “I found an owl!” Now, I thought to myself, maybe he just means the owl we saw drinking water off the patio the other day, maybe it had come back. I look out the window to see if our striped friend is sitting out front, but alas, I see nothing. The ink black night offers nothing visual. He stamps his foot like a little kid, and demands I get ready to brave the fridgid cold with him and the dog.
Sunlight And Driving
The light was green, yet the car did not move. Honks arose from the vehicles behind him, and the woman in the passenger seat yelled for him to “DRIVE”. The light changed to yellow, then red. He looked at his passenger with tearing eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t do it” and he waved his hands frantically to the traffic behind him. Angry stares and even angrier hand gestures greeted his gaze in the mirror.
The Night Hike
This is based on a true story. The sky was clear that night, and the moon was bright. It made no difference what the weather was, rain or shine, they were going on their night hike and no one could tell them not to go. They were teenagers in a small town in the country, and trouble was under every rock and behind every branch.