#13 – The Owl – Deception and Wisdom


#13 – THE OWL


The Owl lends you eyes that you need in order to see in the dark around you. The Owl can cut through the shadows to illuminate the real truth. Someone may be trying to camouflage his or her real intentions. Deceit, lies, and unclear intentions are exposed with Owl energy. The Owl also reminds you to be honest with yourself and snap out of any lies or denial inside you. Lying to yourself is the way that you’ll remain lost in a prison of your own making. The Owl appears to ask you to seek the truth in the darkest places within yourself. This will set you free and restore you to wholeness. All is well with the Owl to guide you. Deep wisdom into human nature is gained through the ability to recognize untruths. This is an important marker on your path.

Numerical Synchronicity

I’ve always been fascinated with numbers…a given tendency since I’m a former math teacher.  My favorite number is 23, for a myriad of reasons, mostly due to the fact it’s been appearing so often throughout my life.

I’m also a big fan of synchronicity….my eyes were opened in 2002 when I watched the movie “Signs” and became aware there are so many levels of synchs for us to become aware of in this journey of life.

The real magic comes, at least for me, when numbers and synchronicity join together to supply me with amazement.  This is the story of one such event.

My daughter was attending a teacher’s workshop and was afforded the luxury of going out to eat lunch.  The restaurant she went to gave circular wooden tokens with numbers on them to call out when someone’s order was ready.  She was given the number 23.  She knows of my fascination (Ok, let’s be honest,,,obsession) with the number, so she snapped a picture of it and sent it to me….how cool was that?

The next day the workshop was in its final day and she invited me to the same restaurant to have lunch with her.  We met up and placed our orders.  I was given the number 20 and she was given the number 3.  It took no time at all for me to realize that the sum of the two numbers was 23.  So needless to say, I had to take a picture of the two of them.

Since I’m a big fan of synchs and numbers, I’m not often surprised when they make an appearance, but this one even was amazing to me.  My daughter, by herself for lunch, got my favorite number.  When we ate together the next day, the sum of our two numbers was 23.  What are the chances of that?

While I’m sure there’s a doubting Thomas somewhere saying “That was just a mere coincidence,”  I’m sure there’s a hidden meaning there that deserves to be examined.  My daughter and I don’t get to eat with one another very often and here was a wink from the Universe saying this was indeed a cherished occasion.  I have no doubt that everything that had transpired with our meeting, including the awesome discussion we had, was a part of a bigger plan.

And so there you go…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

David Lee

A New Job and New Possibilities….

As I wrote about and shared earlier today, I picked up the practice of writing in a journal as a part of my journey of the past fourteen years.  Another suggestion that someone made was to get a hobby.  Given the fact that my father had taken so many pictures in the past and the newer technology made it so much easier to get quality shots, I decided to take up photography.

Over the years, I’ve taken thousands and thousands of pictures.  Being out in nature, especially the mountains, is one of my favorite pastimes now.  I also go to a local open mic event each month and take pictures of the performers and audience.  Very rarely a week goes by that I don’t take pictures of something I see out and about.

Beginning next week, I’ll be taking pictures for the local newspaper for a salary.  A friend that knew of my love for photography sent me an ad he had seen where the editor was looking for a nightlife photographer.  I responded to the ad, including some of the pictures I had taken at the most recent open-mic event.

After not hearing back after over a month, I assumed someone with better credentials had been hired for the job.  That was, until this week.  I received a call from the editor and he asked if I was still interested in the position, which of course I was.  He said he had several other potentials to contact and that he would call me back the next day.  The next day came and went and once again, I figured someone else had gotten the position.  That at least was, until today.

I received a call during lunch from the paper’s phone number and sent the call to voicemail.  No voicemail was left.  When I got home, I saw an email from the editor offering me the position starting next week. I’ll be going by the newspaper offices one day next week to sign a contract and work out the details.

So one thing leads to another and for the first time in my life, I can call myself a professional photographer.

David Lee

Words from a friend….

“No matter how much it hurts now, someday you will look back and realize your struggles changed your life for the better.” – Anonymous I believe that everyone has a unique story and that some tales are darker than others. We all struggle with something, and we all handle those struggles in different ways. […]

via Struggles. {Poem} — Thoughts of an Anxious Mind

Written in Time…

One of the tools that I’ve used over the past fourteen-plus years in my journey is journal writing.  It was suggested to me early on in my recovery that I start keeping a written record of what was transpiring.  I remember the first journal I purchased and some of the earliest entries….In fact, I still have that journal and all the others I have used.

Writing is something I never used to do a lot of….Most of what I wrote was a requirement for classes I was taking in school.  I never considered writing about my daily comings and goings.  But I have found it helps me process life events in ways I might never have imagined.

There have been very few days over the past fourteen years that I haven’t written in my journal.  Sometimes I’ll copy something interesting that I’ve found in a book I’m reading.  Other times I’ll write about the events of the day and my response to them.  Every once in a while I’ll doodle,,,I fall short of being able to call it art work.

I also use a sketch book for all my journal entries.  I tried to use the traditional lined paper, but found it to be too confining…and it also allows me to write quotes I like in larger print.  Once again, I wouldn’t call it calligraphy, but it’s not half bad.

So for any of my friends out there that are looking for something to help you deal with life on life’s terms, I highly suggest you give journal writing a try.  If you’re like me, you might find it’s one of the most valuable tools you have.


David Lee

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Language of Letting Go Reading….March 10


Living with Families

I was forty-six years old before I finally admitted to myself and someone else that my grandfather always managed to make me feel guilty, angry, and controlled.

We may love and care about our family very much. Family members may love and care about us. But interacting with some members may be a real trigger to our codependency – sometimes to a deep abyss of shame, rage, anger, guilt, and helplessness.

It can be difficult to achieve detachment, or an emotional level, with certain family members. It can be difficult to separate their issues from ours. It can be difficult to own our power.

Difficult, but not impossible.

The first step is awareness and acceptance – simple acknowledgment, without guilt, of our feelings and thoughts. We do not have to blame our family members. We do not have to blame or shame ourselves. Acceptance is the goal – acceptance and freedom to choose what we want and need to do to take care of ourselves with that person. We can become free of the patterns of the past. We are recovering. Progress is the goal.

Today, Higher Power, help me be patient with myself as I learn how to apply recovery behaviors with family members. Help me strive today for awareness and acceptance.