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!