Archive for October 2005
Snow School
Resting on the Island, The Great White Owl and the Secretary spent the day going through old photos. Here are the children of the White Winter School that stood beside the tree home of the Owl when he was a very tiny Owl. The Secretary is wearing her brown parka that her mother made. The Ice House looks funny because it was a funny ice house built by the children who were not very accomplished architects. It seems strange to the Secretary now that the dawn did not come up until morning recess at her prairie school.
Augustus and Moonbeam in Court
Augustus and Moonbeam have been called to present themselves before the court. Judging by the looks on the faces of everyone I am not sure if their altercation with Bamboodle has won them such praise from their peers.
The Gypsy Queen with her book of the stars
The Gypsy Queen has come to the Island of the Great White Owl to rest before the day of All Souls and has spent the afternoon studying what has been and what is yet to be. Will she read to us? Or will she dance the song of the sky? Will she sing with Aurora or tell us tales? We can but wait. The Secretary
A rose of yet another hue
As I looked at the lovely roses in the Tea House I thought I would bring this one from my table to the Island to add to the restful hours we spend with the Owls. The Secretary
Owl cloud
A Bird’s Eye View
The Amazon Queen, having heard from Raven that le Enchanteur has allowed more foriegners to come through the doorway, is vigilant. From White Owl’s shoulders she has a bird’s eye view and can see all that is happening. Below she can see the Gypsy Encampment and can see that travellers are headed towards it. While they are there her summer palace should remain undetected, tucked in a valley on the edge of the lake. It is said that when anyone looks within this lake their true identity is reflected in the waters.
Mother’s Love
Found in the February issue of National Geographic.
Resting among friends
When I came last evening to the Island of the Great White Owl
I was greeted with dancing
and soft voices whispering
led to my room in the house of the priestesses
given a bed of white feathers
for each of the owls had left me a gift
a gift of comfort
a place to lie quiet
a place for my renewal
a place for star shine and moon dream
Tonight I rest
listening to the soft voices
of the watchers
who wait
for morning
The Night Owl
Dawn dance on The Island
At Dawn the dancing priestesses and the Great White Owls celebrate home coming after the successful hunt.
