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The flavor of similar reflection in our space is Owl Tree Grove. The larger creatures that tend to terrify suburban consciousness, find a refuge and space to pass through. It's on our property. We intentionally leave the space to wild itself and 'the regulars' call this space an anchor 'home'. The regulars? Three shapes of owl, one exuberant noisy hawk, multiple raptors, a big bob bobcat, coyotes, many other four leg fur folks up to the microbial siblings. The adjacent human siblings clear cut their property to make space for gas guzzling toys. Additional adjacent activity is conventional farming (lord knows what's in our water table from that mess). Multinational corporate lawyers turned their grandparents dirt farm into a subservient noisy polluting mess on the third side. Fourth wall of the box around our sanxtuary recently enjoyed the arrival finally - some youthful curious sanity.

We're all in this together Now what? Sit under Owl Tree and cry?point fingers? Or find the language that will bridge Owl Tree Consciousness to Consumptive Consciousness and bring a bit of curious light in?

Don'not know Cheers

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