An Owl in the Morning

I’m drinking my morning coffee trying to figure out what to write about today when I hear an owl hooting.

I am a left-brain logical person who has only recently began exploring the more mystical aspects of spirituality. In the past, if I even acknowledged it at all, I would have dismissed the owl as interesting, thinking we don’t hear that very often, and moved on.

But today I smiled and felt wonder.

Not only is an owl hooting believed by many to be good luck, but in the city, even the suburbs, it is rare to hear them. Even without the mysticism, hearing an owl in a very populated location is a treat and deserves to be celebrated.

And here’s the thing, hearing one in the morning is even rarer still because they are night creatures, most of them anyway. Those that are diurnal are very rare. (I had fun going down that internet rabbit hole.)

So hearing an owl hoot in the morning must be a sign of good things to come. Indeed several sites I visited agreed that this is a promise of protection, guidance, and good fortune.

My head still wants to dismiss this idea of a good omen, but my heart is fully embracing the magic of it and telling my brain to STFU. So I’m choosing to believe my heart over my brain, and I’m excited to see what’s coming my way.

Be well my friends.