alone, traveling home close to midnight, off the beaten path, no moon.
driving on auto-pilot while meditating on those i love. praying, in other words.
suddenly a flash of white caught in the high beams as a barn owl, on its own solitary
night journey, swooped over the dark road ahead.
its heart-shaped face turned toward me for just an instant, and in that moment i felt that
intense flood of peace that comes from being in a thin place, where heaven and earth
are experienced at the same time.
there is no drug, legal or otherwise, that can safely mimic that feeling.
whatever physiologic changes it causes cannot be replicated in a lab, distillery, or back field.
there is such a thing as a natural high.
and angels do have wings....
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