AN OWL, A MAGNOLIA TREE AND ME

I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through. When the moon has set and the sky is clear it’s something I often do. As I stood there gazing up…there…in the blink of an eye I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. I often look for shooting stars and, I imagine, you’ll agree… It’s ironic on a night I wasn’t looking how a shooting star found me! Seeing a shooting star is magical as it flashes then disappears without a trace. So I took a moment to remember all I could about that time and place. I was standing next to a magnolia tree… it’s one bloom in the morning breeze swayed. And I wondered if that bloom refused to close last night or was getting a head start on the day? I heard a night owl hoot…her song crisp and clear and clean. And I wondered since she’s up at night… how many shooting stars she’s seen? I didn’t ask the owl about it…or the magnolia tree. Sometimes with the magic of nature…it’s best to let it be. No, I was content for the three of us to sit back and admire one of life’s evanescent moments that flash briefly…then expire. A reminder of how each moment when it arrives is significant in its own way Beautiful and vital for but a moment before it quickly fades away. It was a moment like no moment ever was…or ever again will be… and I felt blessed to share that moment with an owl and a magnolia tree.