I have a love affair with owls... and they seem to have a love affair with me.

Owls have shown up in my life when poignant events have taken place.  The day my mom died a Great Horned Owl perched on a dead Oak snag outside my bedroom calling all night.  The nights that both my kids were born (2 years apart) a Great Horned Owl perched in a Bur Oak tree outside my room calling all night.  When I was growing up, the day my family moved into our newly built home, an Eastern Screech Owl greeted us by sitting on a railing just outside the window.  The list goes on...

I once rescued a Barred Owl that was hit by a car.  The animal rescue shelter where I took it let me watch closely as they surveyed the damage.  They explained that owls really aren't that "wise..." their brain is rather tiny.  But they have enormous internal ears (the large disk shapes on their head) that allow them to hear mice under a foot of snow from hundreds of yards away.  Native lore maintains that owl "medicine" allows people to see and hear what others try to hide, to detect and pinpoint subtleties.  The owl's presence is a harbinger of significant beginnings and endings. The owl is my chosen (or did it choose me?) "totem."

So it is with great respect that the title of my blog is "The Owl's Perch."  Listening is one of my greatest gifts that I use in my life-work. From here, I will post what appears significant to me from what I gather of events around me and in the world.  My work is about transforming the chaos and conflict around us into opportunity... which takes an almost sacred ability to listen.  It involves a paradox of discomfort and freedom... of danger and safety.  If you dare, follow what is posted here and please comment with your thoughts.