The Owl, Journey, Re-entry

I was out of town for the past few days – in Austin, Texas – for work. I have a hard time leaving home since Owen died. I was out of town for work on the night he disappeared. I will always wonder…

Weirdly, and not so, as hard as it is for me to leave, coming home from my travels is what I imagine astronauts experience when Earth’s gravity pulls them back to the ground. A coming home, to be sure, but to no home they’ve ever seen. Everything is changed. I don’t believe we can go away and return to the same place.

As my plane landed yesterday, I saw the runway, the smoke from the tires hitting the surface, and thought about the comings and goings of our lives, our journeys. I returned to no home I’ve ever seen, and to one of the many homes I’ve known in this realm. Re-entry – a birthing of sorts, a dying…all the same.

I have a friend, I’ll call her the Owl. She’s been with me since shortly after Owen died. She offers me a language I never thought I would need to learn. Recently, she offered to accompany Owen to the home of his ancestors. After a time of discovery, a time of resolution, a time of letting go, of thank you’s and uh-huh’s, I noticed him tapping his foot. Owen always tapped his foot when he was done with something. He finally understood why things happened the way they happened…and so did I. I finally understood who he, Nat, and Michael (their father), were and are.

Owen accepted the Owl’s invitation to fly. I trusted that she would watch over him on the journey. He walked through the fire, and his wings carried him beside her. I watched and listened as they flew together, and I felt both peace and longing. Peace in the knowledge that he’s sitting with his people now, and longing for that same peace for us all.

I will always think of Owen as the son and friend I know and love, and as the Raven he was – magical. I will remember him as a night owl, too. We had that in common, our love of those hours after sunset, when everything is quiet enough to contemplate what’s so…and, what’s next.

Tonight is a two song night. I go on my search now. The search for a song that illustrates Owen in his Night Owl image, and a song for The Flight.

Songs for the night: Night Owl, Little River Band

And, this one: Owl Music Video, Brand X Music, BBC Motion Gallery

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~ by Linda on October 21, 2008.

3 Responses to “The Owl, Journey, Re-entry”

  1. ‘Tis good, dear Linda. I will mention you and Owen when I light my candles tomorrow, in honor of his journey…and yours.

    Peace of heart to you.

  2. Something for fun…

    I was recently “memed.” I had to look up the definition in Wikipedia. Thought you might want to partake in the fun. Check out the following post to participate!

    http://rosiesmrtiepants.wordpress.com/2008/10/30/ive-been-memed/

  3. Next time you are in Texas, you need to swing by Dallas.

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