Burrowing Owls

“The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.” Janet Fitch, White Oleander

I took a short walk after dinner last night to check out the burrowing owl pair I had discovered a few weeks ago to see if there were any babies or owlets. When I approached the burrow, the male, about the size of a large robin, was sitting on a perch keeping watch and he hissed at me in warning. Apparently he decided I was harmless as his mate soon appeared. They watched me; I watched them.

This interaction reminded me of how lovely it is to have someone watching over you; protecting you; keeping an eye on your back. Early on, this is the role of a parent, later a friend or a spouse. Perhaps it is your dog who gives you comfort and watches out for you. One of the things we grieve when someone dies, or is lost in another way, is this sense of protection.

Affirmation: I am secure.

Coaching questions: From where does your protection or sense of security come? If you feel less than secure, what’s a step your can take to change this?