This is a solid belief of mine. these last few months, I’ve had owls filter in and out of my life in strange ways.
It started a few months ago when my cousin told me she had a nightmare with an owl in it.
A different friend, a month or two later, sent me a video of a barn owl she saw on a walk.
two weeks ago, I saw an owl in person for the first time. I was on a walk with my dog, and it flapped by out of nowhere. i didn’t have my phone on me, and i didn’t plan on going in this specific direction on my walk. We stared at each other. Once I started going WHOOO WHOOO, the link broke and we went our separate ways.
a few days later, was telling a friend about this synchronicity of owlz during a stoner walk near a creek. It was dark, and I decided to dip my toes in the water (as I am a mermaid for any body of water)
as I was watching my step among the slick coldness of the water and the invisible pebbles in the dark, my friend let out a soft scream- gasp. above me, an owl had flown by. she said it ’had been too fat to have been anything else’ and i fully believe her.
Owls are interesting. They aren’t my primary bird of hyperfixation (big on eagles and crows in my universe) but I feel deeply connected to the universe and its movements, whenever these sorts of repetitions enter my life.
I always read into it. I don’t care, I love making something’s out of someone else’s nothings.
