Two Owls

By page 130 of Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore I have become aware of the owl’s presence. I track him with the parts of my being that build a real world from an author’s writings.

A friend, also a writer, had her character pause, put a hand on Mary Oliver’s White Pine, and flee. Reading this lead me to a bit of Mary Oliver reading – always a wonderful journey.

If you’d like a musical accompaniment to this piece, I’d recommend The Grateful Dead’s Ripple. If you don’t know it, well, …If I knew the way I would take you home.


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