The Messenger

This beautiful owl passed away sometime last night. Her right wing was injured and though we had been trying for almost a month to ‘capture’ her to take her someplace where she could get care, she obviously had other plans.

I am not sure how she managed for so long without being able to fly. I fretted about her, sent healing energy to her, and dreamed of her several nights over these last weeks.

Yesterday morning, we looked for her again, after learning of a sighting of her the previous day, yet she was nowhere to be found.

Last night before I went to bed, I wondered where she might be, and how she might be faring. I worried that perhaps I hadn’t tried hard enough to help her. I wanted to save her.

Then I heard this voice in my head. I know this voice, for it is the one that speaks to me when I let my monkey mind take over and fret. It’s the woman in my head who is wise and insightful, and if I can truly hear her and listen; I am calmed.

This is what I heard, and I believe it was a message from the owl to me in some fashion, regardless of how that might sound.

“The owl did not want to live elsewhere. This Ranch was her home and she did not want to be at a rehab facility, regardless of how that decision might shorten her time. Her path was merely a path. No judgment on the whys, nor on the outcome. My need to save her was for my benefit… not for her.”

She existed as best she could with that injured wing, and for me this is quite profound in it’s simplicity. Most of us are offered a limitation of some sort, be that physical or not, yet we are only truly limited if we see it as such.

The point IS to live. The point IS to keep going, regardless of the path.

I so wanted a happy ending to her story. Who am I to say it was not.