Two days ago an enormous White Owl appeared out of nowhere, tapped on my office window, just above Snowball’s bed - and all three of us made eye contact with each other before she stretched out her wings and flew away. Snowball, who usually barks at the tiniest creature that dares to step in front of our house, simply gazed up at her. It happened so fast that I wondered if it happened at all.
No time to put words to it now...
Soon afterwards I had a session with Ana Maria Vasquez - the joyous multi-talented multi-sensory multi glorious person - to see what’s up with Snowball. I almost forgot to tell her about the White Owl.
She laughed and simply said: “You can’t make this shit up!”
There’s a lot of this shit going around, in spirals and loops dancing around my head, diving into my body.
There’s a backlog of writing building in me and, for once, I’m not trying to catch up.
Not the piece about the brown shoes or another round of down sizing.
Not the piece about my latest addictions.
Moments, images, fragments - some of them feel important, some of them don’t make sense yet.
Like with the White Owl visitation, I often try to catch them, shape them, understand them.
But I’m about to step into something, some place, some beings that ask for the opposite. And I’m answering.
I’m choosing to live it first.
To let it be unformed, unshared - maybe even a little forgotten - so it can become something truer later.
I’m heading into a place with no WiFi, no way to document or explain in real time.
To see if the White Lions of Timbavati will see me the way Gigi saw me.
And yet I try to not even imagine that.
To simply be of Open Heart and Open Mind.
Less capturing. More experiencing.
So I’m putting the pen down for a bit.
I’ll be back.
I just don’t know who I’ll be when I return.
Thank you for being here.
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copyright 2026 Brooke Maroldi
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I just love your writing, Brooke. You take me with you in what you see and feel and I feel like I am there. Thank you for your thoughtful expressions. See you soon!
xoxo
Shelley
Love your spontaneous writings. Enjoy your time just BEING and experiencing life as it unfolds for you over the next few weeks. We loyal fans will be here whenever you post more publicly again. Owls are one of my prime spirit animals and have been showing up for me everywhere in images lately, but not so real as presented to you and Snowball.