Find a comfortable position,
And let your eyes close.
Take a deep breath,
And let any tension in your body fall away.
Breathe some more,
And allow the stillness of the night to calm you,
Relax you.
Breathe again,
And invite your body to just let go as you melt into your bed.
Now,
Imagine a great horned owl perched majestically on a tree branch outside your window.
As you look at the owl,
You see the seriousness in his rich black eyes,
And also the calmness.
As you gaze at him,
A feeling of protection unfolds around you.
You feel safe with the guardian of the night standing sentry near your room.
After a moment,
A full moon peers out from behind a sea of clouds.
The owl,
His tree,
And the entire world are bathed in silver light.
As you watch from the window,
The owl spreads his wings,
Hoots,
And comes to the windowsill.
In a moment,
The great owl's wings wrap gently around you,
Until you're hoisted onto its back,
And together,
You both take to the sky.
Secured safely in the feathers of the owl,
You soar toward the moon,
Toward the millions of stars dancing in the night.
You can see the moon reflecting in the owl's eyes as you skim the tops of tall pines and a forest.
Tonight,
You are both guardians of the night,
Children of the moonlight.
Then the sea whispers to you.
In between each roll of her waves,
What does she say?
After a while,
The owl sinks into the trees and lands on a large limb overlooking the lake.
The lake shimmers with the moonlight skipping upon it,
And a few fish bobbing up and down.
At first,
You think the owl will swoop down and scoop up a fish,
But the guardian stays still and waits.
Many moments pass,
But then you hear it.
Another hoot in the distance.
Another great horned owl approaches.
Moments later,
The second owl lands on the branch,
And a chorus of hoots ensues.
At first,
The music of the owls is a language not known,
Then magically their hoots transform into words and you become privy to their conversation.
The two protectors of the night talk back and forth about their duties and how to keep the forest safe.
Then,
Just as quickly as it began,
The conversation ends and the second owl takes to the sky.
Many moments pass,
And then the great horned owl hoots again.
Only this time,
You understand.
You are on your way home,
Back to the comfort of your bed.
The bird lifts its wings,
And together you fly in the moonlight,
Steadily gliding into the night's thin air.
As you land on your windowsill,
The owl bends over and you gently slide off his back.
As you walk to your bed,
You give a turn and one more look.
There perched in the tree is your guardian of the night,
Ready to watch over you and keep you safe as you dream.
Namaste,
Beautiful.
