Thursday, June 2, 2011

What the Owl Taught Me

Last night before I went to bed I heard an owl hooting. Since my house is surrounded by forest, this is a normal occurrence. The difference was that I listened.

This owl reminded me of an improvising musician. Its basic theme went like this:

Hoot hoot
hoot hoot
HOOT!

It experimented with several variations, and with each it seemed more and more pleased with itself. The hooting got increasingly enthusiastic. I was reminded of Walt Whitman's, "Song of Myself":

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

www.daypoems.net/poems/1900.html

That's the beauty of creativity. When we connect to the pure knowing of our inner beings, what we express has the potential to transform the world.

hoot.

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