Feeling Owlish

I need wisdom. I have come to the conclusion that with all this blogging I am simply circling the process but never digging in. You still have no clue where I am going or what my product may be or what it will look like. I wonder if I do.

I am like the owl that seems to have roosted behind our house. Early in the morning, he whoooooos. The first night I heard him I thought it was a bear with a tummy ache. I stepped out onto the deck to listen and almost immediately this great winged creature swooped toward me and flew on, a huge flapping shadow piercing the darkness.

I’m doing a lot of whooing here but not showing much progress. I can only hope I am priming the pump with my diligence. Maybe intelligence will eventually flow. Maybe wisdom will arrive at my door or at least swoop over my house!

I don’t know. Pattie Ann Hale in her book on the artistic life says that it’s good to not know. It means you are leaning into your creativity. I never thought of not knowing like that. I used to think it was bad, a weakness, even a bad confession, but now I know–curiosity doesn’t know–that’s why it’s curious. It possesses desire.

So maybe I am in a good place in my process, but it just seems like a dreadful place.

Now I’m going in circles and I’m publishing this! Well, at least I am getting all the pride out of the way. I can only hope it is flying away into the night like that great flapping critter. Pride be gone, but wisdom, please stay!

Marlee Huber ~ For Your Flourishing Life!

About Your Flourishing Life

As a child, Marlee Huber loved to ramble through gardens sampling juicy berries and delighting in the heady fragrance of roses. As an adult, she thrills at maintaining a country garden in the foothills of the Washington Cascades. Something happened in 2012 that changed everything for Marlee. She followed the love of her life as he bicycled across the continent from their home in the NW to his brother's home in the Virginia. Ninety days later she came home and has never been the same. After photographing the backroads and hamlets across America--all on auto, she came home and took an online photography course, read dozens of books on technique and vision and stepped out into a new career. Her passion is coaching young people to discover their brilliance. She calls it Life-Themes Coaching and during one nearly half-day session, she unpacks what makes you brilliant and one of a kind. Then she matches the discoveries with a photography session where she tells the story of your life with her camera. In her personal life, she is a wife, mother, and grandmother delighting in her flourishing family!
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4 Responses to Feeling Owlish

  1. maree nilson says:

    Hi Marlee, it’s Maree again from Valla NSW Australia. I replied to one of your blogs about a year or so ago to encourage you and let you know just how much reading your blog encouraged me. I’m still reading your blog, I click in and bypass so much on the internet but your blog is a must read for me. I wanted to reply to this particular one to say “hurrah”. I understand your “process” as I read and contemplate my own journey as well, these things are hard to put into words, where is it leading and why. How have I lost purpose or is “this process” the purpose…..anyway keep up the good word, you are inspiring others to their best. Thank The Lord for you Marlee Huber x

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Marlys says:

    Hi Marlee, I thought I was registered to receive your blog at one time so I’m doing it again so I can keep up. Love your blogs and love you!

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