Strange days have found us and through their strange hours we linger alone

Last Wednesday during my lunch break I read from Whitley Strieber and Jeffrey Kripal's  haunting and mind-bending Super Natural . I came upon a passage about owls and how they're linked to UFO lore. Strieber recounted his own synchronicities involving owls and also that of his coauthor and a colleague of his who, independent of each other, experienced theirs while the book was being written. I'm no stranger to synchronicity. Recently, I had a powerful slew of them when Veronica and I first got together; they gave added meaning to our union. After reading the passage about the owls, I was in for more.

"And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee" - Friedrich Nietzche.

Owl imagery in my life:

1. When Veronica and I went to see The Witch hours after reading the aforementioned passage, I looked up and saw owl light fixtures along the walls of the theater. I'd noticed them before, but it had been a while since I'd been there.

2. The following day I was watching the documentary, Wolf Pack and near the end one of its subjects appeared on screen wearing an owl costume.

3. When I came home from work on Friday, Veronica was wearing a tee shirt with an owl depicted on it. She was aware of the owl synchronicities, but claimed she didn't make the connection when she put on the shirt. I believe her.

4. Late Saturday evening, I remarked to Veronica that my owl streak must have concluded as it was late and we were about to go to bed. Before going to sleep, however, I started watching on my iPad La Jette, a short film I had been interested in seeing for some time. As the film began, this is what flashed on the screen:

I must say this spooked me a bit. 

5. On Sunday, I took a walk to the bakery and on my way there my eye caught an owl statue on someone's porch.

I haven't seen an owl since. I'm a bit relieved but also disappointed. A part of me hoped I could keep the streak going. I can't say I know what it all means but I think the Nietzsche quote might explain some of it. 

Gonna go where the bright lights and the big city meet

It's a beautiful day. It should hit 70 , which is welcomed and also somewhat disturbing considering it's early March. Global warming notwithstanding, I'm going to enjoy it. I hope it's this nice next week when V and I head out to Western MA for our long weekend getaway.

 (Nice segue, eh?)

We'd been looking for a while and finally found a place that had everything we're looking for. Air B&B saved the day. We're renting a place from a really nice couple in idyllic Beckett. It's a beautiful little house off the beaten path but close enough to diners and shops should we decide to venture out (we may, if only to go horseback riding and check out the Norman Rockwell museum). No neighbors in sight, no light pollution (o the stars!), and over an acre of land with a stream in the back yard. An introvert's utopia! We're excited and counting the days.

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Tonight we're going to see The Witch. We'll walk into Davis Sq. with my vape pen in active use and the birds chirping in celebration of the warm weather. Spring in March is okay with me. After last winter, we've earned this.

V will pick up a laptop for my mom today (long story) and will probably pick one up for me since my PC has been dying a slow death for a while. It's nice being able to afford stuff these days. 

Okay, my sweet ragamuffins, it's off with me.

So I'll continue to continue

Veronica and I have been together six months and it has been a truly wonderful experience. She is my soul mate. We both knew this right away, before we met in the flesh. We've been inseparable since the beginning and every day has found us deeply in love, mooning over each other in milky ardor. We haven't fought or argued once. Maybe that's hard to believe - I bet it is - but it's the truth. We communicate really well among other things.

Anyway

The whole experience has been surreal. For both of us. She isn't just a part of me, she is me. There was a time earlier on in our relationship when saying such a thing would make me feel a bit self conscious for making such a bold statement, that no one would buy it, that I was just caught up in the glossy excitement of new love. Not anymore; I know what I know because I've been living it. It's been six months. Maybe we're still in our honeymoon phase. Maybe. If so, it's been a nice long one.

Time for some yoga. I've been practicing daily and bulking up some. And I'm still hustling up and down six floors of stairs four times a day. I dare say I feel more fit than I ever have. It's a nice feeling.

Alright, time is limited. It always is these days. Time to hit the mat.