OWLcourage
a blog invested in hope and creative possibility

I have yet to find anyone anywhere lamenting the passing of the year 2022. Even the people working to pretend we are going to have another “New Year” celebration just like we always did seem aware that this is a bit of a self-deception. The endless stream of cognitive dissonances we have experienced throughout 2022 seem to coalesce in this final cognitive dissonance: Happy New Year! In contrast, I have found many who are hopeful about 2023. I share in their hopefulness. It co

I had an OWLcourage post prepared and shelved it for now. It seemed wise to take a moment to honor this time of year. Holidays of Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, Kwanzaa and others I know less well, and a shared ushering in of a New Year call for a reflective pause. We all do this annually, yet some annual pauses seem unique. This one feels that way to me. We are one year away from discovering that emerging from our Covid Caves was a singular and poorly understood transition, in

I am committed to the attentive search for Sparkles, wherever and however I can find them. I also think we need to report the Sparkles we find, wherever and however we can. This is, for me, a focused antidote to the negativity that is called the “news”. So, I am reporting on a local Sparkle. My morning walk includes a 1.25-mile paved trail through a woodland, most of it untouched forest land with the exception of a few intersecting horse trails for the very rare horse visitor