I am listening to a screech owl outside the balcony. It is not screeching, but doing its mellow thing, its vibrato, wavering note. What a companionable sound!

Do you remember singing? Finding your voice? I hope no one fussed at you or made fun. I hope you had time and privacy to experiment, to play with your sound, your noise. I remember at age 6 rocking on a swing alone in the back yard singing silent night and mockingbird over and over and over. The grass smelled very green. It’s good to have time to play. We learn through play. We live fully when we play.

I wonder how it feels to be a screech owl sitting on a branch in the middle of the night, giving voice to screech owl being.