Dream Group

I go to a dream group twice a month, and thank goodness too, because that’s where I get my centering, my balance, my clarity about what’s going on in the so-called “real world” by the insights my guru dream partners share with me.

Interestingly, I frequently have luminous, numinous experiences on my drive back home after these often late-into-the-night meetings. The first meeting in January was one such occasion. As I drove down the little road that leads to my home, the moon bright in a cold, clear sky, myself deep in thought, I was startled by a gigantic bird flying directly in front of my headlights, at headlight level.

Mystic Owl

I realized it was a gorgeous, gigantic owl, with a wingspan that reached from edge to edge of my windshield. I stopped my car, having seen him land in a leafless Alder beside the road. I peered through the windshield up into the tree. The owl sat on a low branch, inside the umbra of my headlights, as if he knew he would come to no harm from me. I looked at him, awe-struck. Owl-struck. Having never seen an owl so “nonchalant” in my entire life, I dared to slowly get out of my car and approach the tree. The owl watched me, his head moving smoothly on it ball-bearings, around, around, keeping his eyes on me.

When I stood a mere five feet from him him I said, “Well… what?”

He studied me for a few moments longer, perhaps trying to give me the answer… the “WHAT” that I wondered. The “what” that he knew.

Then slowly, with a graceful bow of the the tree branch, he rose, lazily sweeping his gigantic, stunning wings through the crisp winter evening and into new year air, disappearing among the trees of the forest.

Dream-like, I watched him until I could not see the faintest edge of his wings ….