Owl, the symbol of death or rebirth in our culture. The carrier of something important.
My daughter Sage is now seven. The seventh year in our culture, is the year ones spirit fully joins us on Earth. When she was four years old she sat in a circle with her peers, she was at daycare. The group was asked what they would like to be when they grew up. Young voices piped up with "fireman", "nurse", or "doctor". Sage stood up tall and with conviction in her voice she said when she grew up she'd like to be an OWL. Everyone was stunned. Some might have laughed, some were dumbfounded, not understanding. My brother was there that afternoon, her Uncle. And he was touched. For he recognized the deeper meaning and his head nodded like a wiseman's would, with tears welling in his eyes.
My grandfather Chris, the man I was named after, was known for his owl spirit. What Sage brings with her in this lifetime is the connection with Owl, like her Great Grandfather.