Two Owls of Wisdom: Time to Rest, Time to Interbe in Peace
Nowism with the owls
Two owls hoot in the distance. Early to bed, early to rise gives a woman a whole day before the sun and hearts awaken. But as the rest of the day moves forward, I, too rest.
Rest in the darkness.
Rest in the silence.
Rest in the peace of interbeing.
What is up with me and resting, owls?
Hoot me some wisdom.
Rest is also action, one says.
But not getting anything done, says the other. (Italics for owl two)
Are you saying stillness, contemplating, and resting our bodies is not also beneficial, restless owl?
How can we fly without the energy of rest?
When we rest not, we fly not. There is no other choice but to rest, to fly, and therefore to live.
Without resting there’s no owling.
So hooting in the tree, you and me, that’s resting?
It can be. But we also need our own hoot times, and times of non-hooting.
Times where we are silent being?
Yes, observing is resting. In observation, we have the focus to see our future in this present too. As in, which path, or where our energy is running towards.
Really, nothing is something. Resting enables us to fly. It's future flying.
Without it you cannot catch the wind later, or energy, or water. Stillness of the mind, listening to our thoughts like a compassionate friend.
This too is rest.
And sometimes rest is shutting our eyes to dream, even if the world is joyfully awake. You rested, and in the times of eye-opening in darkness, you can fly.
The dreamers time, the time you and I hoot into the morning, they hear us, even in dreams.
But the early awakeners know the silence in between our calls is also a time of great stillness.
The time when even you and I can hear the Universe.
So we rest, so we listen, so we sit, so we be.
Hoot hoo hoo hoo.
I am beginning to understand.
I think I too shall rest my eyes with the dreamers, and see what the dreams will bring for me.
Yes, close your eyes in the darkness, listen to the Universe, and rest sweetly, dear one.
You are allowed to rest, but know, you certainly don't need my permission to do so, ever. You just need to give yourself permission. Rest is a part of life. A vital part of life. The part of life which allows you to fly.
Rest and fly, fly and rest, rest and fly.
I’ll be here when you awaken again. And we can fly together.
With radical love,
🌈💜
~namaste~