🌙 The Mysticism of Owls ✨🦉

• are they Guardians of the Night??
  Owls are nocturnal watchers, often seen as messengers between the mortal world and the unseen. Their luminous eyes cut through the darkness, symbolizing wisdom, intuition, and hidden knowledge.

• Symbols of Transformation
  In many traditions, owls represent change and rebirth. They guide us through endings and beginnings, carrying us safely into the unknown.

• Familiars
  Folklore ties owls to witches, magic, and prophecy. Their silent wings were thought to carry secrets and spells through the midnight air.

• Lunar Connections
  Owls, like the moon, rule the night. Both are symbols of mystery, cycles, and the feminine divine. An owl’s call under a moonlit sky has long been seen as an omen, a whisper from the spirit world.

• Wisdom & Shadow
  Unlike the bright clarity of daytime birds, owls embody the wisdom of shadows—seeing what others cannot, navigating through uncertainty, and finding truth in hidden places.

I had owls visiting my yard throughout the entire summer this year. Each day, one would return—sometimes multiple times. On one particularly remarkable day, an owl even flew onto a shepherd’s hook that sits about two feet from the window where my husband and I were seated, playing a game of marbles at the dining room table.

What made this moment especially significant is that the only person I have ever known who played this specific marble game was my mom—and she was ruthless!! We have so many wonderful memories of her and that game, so in that moment, I couldn’t help but feel her presence.

For some context, my mom passed away a few years ago from cancer, and to add to the uncanny nature of these encounters, we had always considered her “spirit animal” to be an owl.

A few months ago, when I first began writing this blog post, my dad unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack in his sleep. Looking back, I can’t help but feel that perhaps the owls were trying to communicate something all summer—almost as if my mom’s spirit was waiting to guide my dad.

Since his passing, I have had only one visit. A single owl flew onto our fence, about fifteen feet from where I was standing on our back patio, and simply looked at me. I sat down on the steps, and we watched each other quietly for a few moments before it flew off.

I whispered, “Hi, Dad… I miss you so unbelievably much. Tell Mom hi for me.”