This is the wisdom of the owl.
So close your eyes and find your space.
Settle in to visualize through the lens of the wise old owl.
Imagine the world around you is growing quiet.
It is night.
The air is cool and still.
You smell earth and pine.
And above you the sky is vast and dark.
There are countless stars.
And you look up and you feel safe,
Held.
And in the distance you notice the presence of a beautiful white owl.
Perched on a high branch,
It watches you.
Its eyes are wide and luminous.
And you feel through the night,
No judgment,
No effort,
A sense of trust.
This owl is resonating wisdom.
The kind that does not rush,
That doesn't shout.
The kind that listens before it speaks.
As I observe the owl,
I notice it's calm,
Patient.
I feel a deep awareness of everything that moves,
Everything that rests.
And with each breath,
These feelings begin to awaken within me.
The owl turns towards me.
There's no fear,
Only recognition.
I am seen just as I am.
There are no masks here,
No explanations needed.
And now the owl gently lifts from the branch and glides silently through the night air,
Coming to rest right in front of me.
And in this quiet space,
This sacred circle,
The owl offers me a gift.
I look down to see a feather.
The ability to trust my inner knowing floods my mind.
I feel this wisdom settling into my thoughts,
Calming my overthinking and softening my doubts.
I feel it moving forward into my heart as I pick up the feather.
I now know truth from illusion.
I know what can be released.
I know what I've been carrying,
What feels unclear,
And where and when I can set it down.
I bow my head in presence of this owl.
I simply trust that clarity will come when the time is right.
And the owl blinks slowly,
Reminding me you do not need to force insight.
You do not need to fear the dark.
Some truths reveal themselves only in stillness.
And so I breathe in and I feel confidence growing quietly within.
And I breathe out,
Releasing the need to control the outcome.
And I watch as the owl glides to its branch,
A silent guardian of insight.
I realize I am never without this wisdom.
It lives within me now.
And I breathe again,
Resurfacing again.
And I come back to myself and my body,
But I will always carry the owl's feather with me.
Clarity,
Stillness,
Patience,
And trust.
