"There is yearning in all singing things to share. Sure, for most singing creatures it’s because they want to attract a mate, but isn’t that still a deep desire to connect? To relate? To seek and say the sacred?
In the beginning was the Word, after all. Voiced, a thing shared."
Thank you, Sally.
The owls are serenading us here, too, but I've never been privileged to see one. What a gift.
Interestingly, when I'm walking my dog at dusk, there's a horned owl that we see often sitting on a telephone line in a little canyon near our home. If we're patient, he'll call and it's breathtaking to just listen and watch him unfurl his wings and just glide silently with no sound, diving deeper into the canyon. Also, Caedmon is also one of my favorite saints. Thank you for this.
Ohhhhh.... these last lines,
"There is yearning in all singing things to share. Sure, for most singing creatures it’s because they want to attract a mate, but isn’t that still a deep desire to connect? To relate? To seek and say the sacred?
In the beginning was the Word, after all. Voiced, a thing shared."
Thank you, Sally.
The owls are serenading us here, too, but I've never been privileged to see one. What a gift.
Interestingly, when I'm walking my dog at dusk, there's a horned owl that we see often sitting on a telephone line in a little canyon near our home. If we're patient, he'll call and it's breathtaking to just listen and watch him unfurl his wings and just glide silently with no sound, diving deeper into the canyon. Also, Caedmon is also one of my favorite saints. Thank you for this.