At the retreat center, I heard a great horned owl last night off in the woods next to the Stations of the Cross. I stayed in the house where the priests stay, Jesus was on the wall next to my little bed and Mary was in the halls.  On the way home this morning, a shooting star passed in front of me on the highway.

And tonight, Britches enjoys a fire.

And I hear a great horned owl as I sit here at my desk by the window!