The owls occupy the dusk. Harsh cries mingle with the shadows when I step from my back door and feel the element of their flight. The year has turned.
Minerva is the Goddess of wisdom, sciences, crafts, but also of war. She is a woman's Goddess, not only because she is the guardian of the arts, but also because she gives us a warning. Wisdom will not wait. When her owl flies, it is too late. We might have sought wisdom in the scribing of swallows across the sky or the scattering of seeds on the soil - from the ashes of the fire or the breath of a child, but we did not ask and now it is too late. Her owl has flown. Sometimes we miss the wisdom of foresight, but we are left with another kind of knowledge - of self- and other- awareness.
Minerva is the Goddess of wisdom, sciences, crafts, but also of war. She is a woman's Goddess, not only because she is the guardian of the arts, but also because she gives us a warning. Wisdom will not wait. When her owl flies, it is too late. We might have sought wisdom in the scribing of swallows across the sky or the scattering of seeds on the soil - from the ashes of the fire or the breath of a child, but we did not ask and now it is too late. Her owl has flown. Sometimes we miss the wisdom of foresight, but we are left with another kind of knowledge - of self- and other- awareness.
The famous quote below is from Hegel's 'Philosophy of Right':
'The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk'.
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