Frizzle Owl

it is yvette who i have to thank for my blog. i realize this morning it is seven hundred posts i have published since or around 2010, i believe. an additional ten are written but not published to public.

i just shut it down recently though. seems even though i removed family and relatives from my fb page they continued to scour me on the net, where there is quite a presence, of my professional writings as well as my blogs, prose and poetry. and not contented to read and be shocked, they circulated. so that is the end of that. perhaps now i am sure they still wont say, i am a writer.

the writer . the artist. the economist

can i say i am a creative innovator if all my concepts are still ideas?

anywho, i woke up and came to write...not about that, but about the dream.

is there such a thing as a frizzle owl? cause i dreamt one last night. it is big, huge, the body is the size of my back. it is brown, grey, white, and beige or tan.. and its feathers do not lay down but are feathered and layered like a hair cut I used to have in college. and as I thought about it, for the first time in my life ever did i notice that owl is the root word of fowl. call me stupid. did you ever notice that?

so all fowl are smart and wise?

as i lay here wondering whether to get up and write or continue sleeping and remember everything later, two things occurred to me. i was the owl in the dream, whereas before, i just thought we were separate, and the owl is one of my sacred animals. the others being morrocoys, sea turtles, horses.

so in the dream, i and recent friends were in a huge field as if Michigan...where it gets cold and fall, and the trees seemed like michigan temperates that lose their leaves *feathers/ and me , astrid, laylow and kerry...were milling about, waiting for men to show up, perhaps a head man, mine, in a truck. like a team. urp or cepep or something, but they had no uniforms to indicate such. and so they came and astrid was in this barn shed that just seemed to be a covered space, nothing in it. and the oncoming truck made the owl fly away but it was coming for the barn, and flew inside, and i yelled to astrid, the owl is coming, dont shoot it, cause its like we are all walking around with rifles, but we werent. and sure enough she does exactly what i tell her not to do. but she was such a bad shot, she just grazed its neck. so i told her to kill it cause she damaged it. but the owl just flew back out flew onto my back, squawked in my ear for one last gasp, and died. i realize it cleaving to my back is an identity melding thing. i realize it coming to me to transfer its soul is my soul animal connection. i realize that it being a frizzle owl, i connect it to orisa frizzle fowl and its spirituality. astrid shooting it i realize was her shooting me as she did over the last two weeks.. and it is now the end of our relationship/ but she is such a bad shot, twisted creature she has just displayed for all and sundry how much of a stupid mind she is . shooting herself in the foot, taking out a wise tool . anyway. it was an interesting dream. frizzle owl. very different from the owl that lives with me in my neighborhood. she is white, a mother, i believe with babies who are not so much anymore. and far smaller. and for some reason of all the houses here, she knows this one and me in it. no other way to explain her consistent visits. and that one time when she squawked while i was in the kitchen, the one time i am not where i usually am, in my salon, that is the direct opposite side of the house, which is more distance that most would think.

i still have to just say, hmmmm

i was in astrid and her people's environment but in the dream, they are in mine: country fields, temperate climate, rural area. barn. wow. it is just hitting me that girlfriend was in the barn, by herself, the rest of us were all outside. so is she the one that is more animal that us. and i hate to use that reference, cause animals are so much more and better than us humans. wow. but a barn are for those animals who have been cut off from their higher selves eh, herded and made for utility/. like a tool. like .... blow. mind.

good morning

if i wasnt an owl before, i most definitely will become one in the coming years and months because not only will i be doing therapy, i will be doing it twice, two different guides, two different therapist, two and different and overlapping functions: one for the body physicality, the other for the mind and emotion. so 2017 is the year beginning for holistic total treatment. and oh what I will learn from those modes, separate and in tandem