A Little Story
I wish I could put words to how these beautiful moon-faced babies make me feel.
They pull me on a deeper level, tugging me towards something lighter, something more pure.
A Mysterious Tug
Even as things begin to break down or crumble, that pull is there.
Enlightenment? Intuition? Higher self?
Pulling Me Higher
The Barn Owl feels like it has self-appointed itself as my own personal guiding spirit, with so many layers of mystery and intrigue.
This is (yet another) one of my tributes to these beautiful creatures, a sort of offering so they might lift me up to greater heights.
