Lane’s Legacy

The transitions of Mister.

4:44 AM in the republic of Georgia As I am gazing at the stars through my binoculars, hoping to find a shooting star. I decided this would be the perfect time to take off my vintage converse covered in dirt from the log cabin in which I stayed a few miles away from the open field covered with trees. It's almost a pleasant reminder grounding is good for the spirit. As I relax a little more suddenly, I heard what sounds like a " screaming woman." I instantly remember the voice of my life coach, saying, " when you're afraid, sit in a quiet place and allow yourself to discover peace. I did just that, considering I'm out in the woods to heal and gather my sense of security. Can I tune out the sounds of this screaming woman? I know the right thing to do would be to help her. However, I knew that I wasn't fully equipped to support this screaming woman from whatever was making her scream. I'm afraid. Shortly after tuning out this cry for help, I noticed these screeching sounds didn't stop. I suddenly asked myself, " wait, maybe that isn't the cry of a woman, could this be an animal? " Oh no, a scared animal just as myself out in the woods crying for help. I must help. Besides, it can't hurt me. It's hurting, as I said to myself, making a conscious decision to allow. I pulled out my compass, and I navigate to the sounds. Three miles away in the woodland nearby the lake, I see a lanky, shy owl with big black eyes and long legs. I was terrified. I mean, my gosh, this owl looked freaked out but so did I by the look on my face, wondering when his mom and dad would come back to feed it. I decided how I would feel knowing that I'm crying out from hunger, and others pass me out of fear? Instead, I used my compass dug up worms in from the muddy pasty Mud, where my lanky feet pressed down. I tried to be as calming as possible, providing a warming embrace so that he wouldn't be so shy. Mister is what I called him, feeding mister from the palms of my shaky hands. He warmed up to me shortly after that, he and I fell asleep from the peaceful sounds from the lake nearby. The sounds of birds flying over my eyes woke me up. I think it's his parents, but it wasn't just a couple of birds looking to get a sip of water from the fresh stream. After getting a good look at mister, I thought, my gosh, aren't you a dirty little fellow? Mister appeared to be abandoned and scared. I took a deep breath and placed out my right palm inviting mister to embrace me. We went into a real deep stare. I'm thinking to myself, mister; I am freaking out right now. Can we please stop staring at one another? Mister began to flap his wings as if he were going to fly away; suddenly, I noticed a little twig in his wing, which instantly melted my heart. Oh no! Mister, your hurt; I would like to help you; I would like to slowly pull this twig from your strong wing. I gathered freshwater from down by the steam after praying to the water that this may heal mister and remove my fear from those big black eyes. We drank the water he and I became relaxed. I prayed that mister would be okay and have a speedy recovery. I also prayed that I wouldn't hurt him. Slowly and carefully approaching mister's hurting wing, I can see the pain in his eyes as I politely pull this twig out. Mister screeched for 8 seconds, but between you and me, that screech was so loud I could've sworn it lasted longer than 8 seconds by the ringing in my ears. The energy around us shifted almost instantly. I felt mister being so relieved that he was no longer attached to the twig that kept him bound. I packed mister in my oversized Madewell cotton T-shirt, and I walked us back to my cozy log cabin, where I had a variety of items needed to assist with giving mister the required proper transition. We make it back to my comfortable little cottage that smells like fresh vanilla and lavender essential oils eight minutes later. Opening my shirt, I notice mister is sleeping sound. I place mister on my soft knit scarves made by my first cousin setting the intentions that he feels the same love intended for me to have within. I proceed to place out whatever I could find in the fridge for when he wakes up. I then take care of myself, grabbing a sweet orange candle. Turning on the shower outdoors, rinsing off the Mud between my toes, preparing for a nice soak to reflect on many adversities mister, and I accomplished and how mister reminded me of myself and how mister allowed me to be a genuine human and help us both heal. Mentally I'm just in awe mister has to be the most relaxed owl I've ever met. considering mister is the only owl I've ever allowed to meet me. While running my water adding sea salt, I decided to pull out my apple iPhone doing more research on mister and how I could be of assistance during this time. I discovered that mister is a barn owl who is a silent predator of the night, who consumes songbirds and ground-dwelling. I immediately sit down as I am engaged in where my findings lead me. I found that barn owls abandon their eggs, and I shed a tear, thinking to myself, oh no, that mister was all alone, and I wanted to shut him out due to fear I was horrible. After that, I put my phone down and spoke out loud. I release any feeling of fear, and this emotion leaves me as soon as I step foot in this water. after my soak, I drifted off to sleep on the couch near mister, letting him feel that I wouldn't leave him.