https://www.spirit-animals.com/owl/
"Alternatively the
Owl symbolism is often thought to
come to those who need to let go of some part of their life that is no
longer needed. With this in mind, you must listen carefully to
your inner voice and allow yourself to be guided to recapture
the knowledge of your true path in life.
Owl’s senses
can pierce through shadows, beyond fear and darkness, through to the
other side that promises light, happiness and knowledge."
http://www.audubon.org/news/learn-identify-five-owls-their-calls
He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep until the sound of an owl woke him up. Bluebird stayed on his shoulder as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"You are here."
He sighed. Shaking his head he said to himself, "I've heard that before."
The owl twisted its head and blinked. "Yes."
"So, what words of wisdom do you have for me?" He held out his hand to stop the owl from replying. His voice rose as he continued, "Before you start, you need to know I am clueless! Putting his hand down, he said, "Lay it on me, owl." He gestured towards the owl to let him know he now had the floor.
"I am here to be your guide."
"Okaaaay."
Owl blinked. "I am here...to be your guide."
"Ooookaaaaay," replied the man. "To guide me out of here?"
"
You will find the way out."
He cleared his throat. "I'm not picking up what you're putting down, Owl."
Owl resituated himself on the branch. He craned his neck, blinked, and spoke again. "How long you exist here is up to you. I am your guide but I can only do so when you are ready to ask questions. For too long you have walked without reflection. It is not enough to only put one foot in front of the other."
Owl opened his right wing. The man was awed by the bird's wingspan. "Can you see your past," Owl asked.
Like a movie, he watched flickering images of people from all of the paths he had walked. It was a timeline of his life. He saw familiar faces and places, heartache, pain, and joy. Most of what he saw was sadness and yearning.
"Yes, I see it. I see all of it."
Owl folded his wing back into place. "What did you see?"
The man sighed again. Holding his head in his hands he mumbled.
"Please speak so that you can be heard," Owl requested.
Lifting his head up, the man spoke succinctly, "I saw everything. I saw my childhood and my life as a man."
"Good. What else did you see?"
The man looked around at his plight as he thought about the answer to Owl's question. "Everything that has happened, everything that I have done has led me here, hasn't it Owl?"
"Yes. What else did you see?"
Tears formed in the man's eyes and he cleared his throat. Owl waited. Finally, the man shook his head and barely above a whisper said, "I can't." He looked at Owls big eyes. "I can't."
Owl, understanding, replied, "You are here." Lifting himself from the branch, making himself ready for flight, he ended the conversation with, "Call me and I will return to you."
The man watched Owl fly away from him into the darkness, just as he had watched Turtle leave. Very quickly, the realization that he was alone again sunk in. He grabbed his walking stick to help him stand up. Full of frustration, fear, anger, and pain, he yelled as loudly as he could with as much force as he could, "Fuuuuuuck!" Bluebird shot herself way above him, the force of the man's emotion setting her to flight. The back of leather pouch that hung from his neck, the part that touched his skin, turned red and hot.
The man was drained, his energy quickly burnt up. Falling to his knees he moaned, sobbed, and howled. What Owl had shown him was too painful to bear. His heart crumpled under the pressure. He brain felt like it was on fire. He was in pieces, broken. "No, no, no, no, no." It was the only word he could speak.
