A few nights ago an owl came and sang near our house. We live along the Ivy River near Jupiter on the Madison County line. I recorded her the best I could and today added some bass flute to join with the night chorus and the fluting of the owl. Recordings, especially of natural sounds in their environment, have an impossible task of recreating a presence that is an expression of countless relationships. The mystery of the present moment, where our heart, and the Divine spark dwell. Thank you sister Owl.
If you're of a mind to I recommend listening to this on repeat for awhile.