|photo by Robbie Graham|
The whole place was covered in owls. Big ones, small ones, stone owls on pedestals and gold owls on tall spires...
I received this note via facebook last night:
Thought you might like to know that on the last leg of my journey home, within 5 minutes of reaching my house, an owl flew across the front of my car. The sync made me smile.
Also, there was a woman on the left side of the auditorium (the side nearest the lectern) who was visibly flinching to some of my comments. My sense was that my stories were hitting home for this person. I was heartened during my talk that I might have been connecting with some of what I was sharing. If anyone knows this person, I would be most interested in asking a few questions.
peace from the island of my ancestors,