In my last post I mentioned the barn owl over-shadowing me during my full moon ritual. I didn’t really think much more of it. We’ve always had owls here. We are semi-rural, with cows a block over even. So owls flying around isn’t a big deal, except when it is.
Yesterday I hung up my charms and amulets in my room (and a few I snuck into the kitchen) including my homemade dreamcatcher. I made it over a decade ago using willow wood and barn owl feathers. Yes, real (and illegal) owl feathers that I found at my college campus since one of my bio teachers showed us where one was nesting.
Then today I went for a walk around the neighborhood and found a beautiful flight feather just laying on someone’s front lawn by the sidewalk. The fact that it is windy as hell today means that it is a miracle that I found it at all.
I suppose this means that I should increase my dream work and learn a bit more about my new friend the barn owl.