Back in 2008, I lived on the edge of 20 square miles of open space in Colorado. Each morning, around 3 a.m., the dogs and I would go hiking in the starlit night, enjoying the rich, nocturnal wildlife that dwelled there. For the two years we lived there, we (the dogs and me) would see numerous owls that hunted in the dark. One particular bird, a barn owl, would follow us on our hour-long walk, soaring from tree to tree as the dogs scared up rodents and other critters, and the owl would swoop down and pick up dinner for itself.
After that, we’d see what I assumed was the same owl everywhere, no matter which route we tread. In neighborhoods, flying housetop to housetop, and in the open, where it would silently pass only inches above my head. Their glowing white feathers offset round, midnight-colored eyes that appeared like a fright mask to my human mind. And the way it made little or no sound as it hunted, intrigued me.
One night, in the smallest hours and before I awoke for the day, I had a dream, and in it, I heard “our” owl speaking to me in its unique voice, but I was able to understand it. I woke up all at once, only to hear the owl calling out from somewhere nearby. The dogs ignored it when I crawled from bed, preferring to stay spread out on the bedsheets. It took two steps to cross over to the window, where I peered out.
Sitting on the railing of our small balcony was the owl. It didn’t notice me studying him (for I felt it was male from my dream) until I must have made some small noise to alert him.
Calm as could be he turned and looked at me. He was barely three feet from me, unafraid. We gazed at each other for a long time before some external sound made him duck and turn away, then fly off to whatever was next for him.
It was such an incredibly awe-inspiring moment. I felt that the universe had sent me a sign, telling me that Owl was my spirit animal.
Over the next few years, I acquired a different spirit animal when I moved deep into the Colorado mountains, where deer were plentiful all year ’round.
This past spring, we located to North Dakota. As I live in a populated city now, the only wildlife we tend to see are pigeons, squirrels, and the occasional rabbit and fox.
This morning, during meditation, the Owl returned. It appeared to me in my mind, enormous, beautiful. I remembered that I had purchased some art depicting an owl the first time it made itself known. Today I dug through unpacked boxes and uncovered the art, and rehung it in a prominent place in my new space so I would see it every day.
The reappearance of the Owl coincides with my efforts over the past 10 months as we settle into our new lives. I’m very pleased and feel incredibly blessed at this occurrence.
Here’s information on the Owl as spirit animal:
The owl spirit animal is emblematic of a deep connection with wisdom and intuitive knowledge. If you have the owl as totem or power animal, you’re likely to have the ability to see what’s usually hidden to most. When the spirit of this animal guides you, you can see the true reality, beyond illusion and deceit. The owl also offers for those who have it a personal totem the inspiration and guidance necessary to deeply explore the unknown and the magic of life.
Symbolic meanings for the owl are:
- Intuition, ability to see what others do not see
- The presence of the owl announces change
- Capacity to see beyond deceit and masks
- The traditional meaning of the owl spirit animal is the announcer of death, most likely symbolic like a life transition, change
“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?” ~Unknown
What is your spirit or totem animal?