07 February

When, at night, an owl takes flight and ventures forth into the sky to journey on towards a future unknown to all below, it is an occasion rare to see it take to wing, and blessed are those fortunate to hear it sing.

For mighty is its wisdom, and long range is its vision, and in a moment’s breath it has embraced a wider view of all that we, below, see as an ant in tow.

But height is not the true advantage, nor the eagle eyes, but rather a sense of fine proportions, and a head raised to the skies. For all one would dare dream to know is found within, it’s true, and only when one looks without, with a centered consciousness too, can true rewards be reaped, and destinies achieved; these are the times when one can leap continents in a single bound.

So keep your eyes upon horizons wide and tinged of hue multi-coloured as the rainbow, and trust the clouds will part, and, for a glimpse of time, you will thus know your art.

And as you take each step in time, and worry not of where you’ve been, nor concern yourself unjustly with tomorrow’s dream, you will realise, in the now, just what life has in store for you each and every minute, and glorious will an inner light shine upon your path, long into the darkened night.

So keep an ear to feathered friends who keep watch for you and wish you well and guide you with their loving wisdom too. Do not underestimate the help we have, abound, from so-called lesser beings who ask for naught, no sound.