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Growing up my grandmother had an owl shaped cookie jar, and it was perched on the top of the refrigerator.  It was old, and from the sixties, but I always associated cookies with owls as a child.  It had large eyes, and for some reason it was peach and olive or avocado green.  I sometimes would follow its gaze, and it would stare blankly at the bookshelf of cookbooks across the kitchen.  When I sat in her kitchen, I would always feel its presence.  It didn’t feel strange or overbearing, it’s one of those cookie jars that you just can’t miss. 

  Another thing I realized as I was creating this collection is that I have never really seen an owl in real life.  I’ve seen a lot of eagles and hawks, but not owls.  I’ve heard them though.  When I was older, my grandmother passed away, and I would bike on a wooded trail in the evening, and occasionally I heard an owl in the distance.  I could tell that it was only one, but it’s hooting carried through the ravine and over the hills.  There wasn’t a question as to what type of bird made that noise.  Only one type of bird can make the same type of hooting that an owl does.  I firmly believe that people encounter things only when they’re ready, whether they believe they’re ready or not.  The hooting was haunting but comforting at the same time.  I grinned, because rather than noticing the owl in the kitchen, it made the same type of presence only it was hooting this time.  Hello, grandma, it’s been a while!