This owl seems to be looking straight at me, through me. I feel transparant, and it is not a comfortable feeling. Do I know what I am doing? Am I in need of wisdom? Do I have any wisdom to offer? Are there any white lies I have forgotten to tell myself about ? Am I sure, truly, in my heart of heart and in my bone of bones?
Eventually, I relax. Of course I know what I am doing, even if I don't know it yet. I tell the owl how beautiful it is. It doesn't even blink.
