tonight i was drove the dark back roads of north central massachusetts. it was very dark because towns don’t believe in street lights, animals see just fine in the dark. i was traveling home from the wake of an old business man, killed in a head on collision. my body is aching from the flu & the whole world has been floating in a brilliant way. i watched as the road stretched further & further, darker & darker, ahead of me when there was a flash of white. a midsize owl swooped down as the world stopped & our eyes locked. he was searching for food, we were both looking to survive. in native american spirituality, owls represent death or the passing (travel) of the human spirit. the roads were dark & i watched the old business man capture his night’s meal & continue his journey to whatever we believe to be heaven.
