Early Sunday morning, I wakened to this sound coming from the tall, dark trees in the canyon. Alert in an instant, I was also mesmerized by the sound. Like the similar tone of the mourning dove, the owl's call conjures repetitive, questioning voices. In the dawning of this morning, before light could even peek over the ridge, the question was clear: Who? Who? Who would they be?
On this December day, 10 spouses of deployed military from Camp Pendleton were to come to the Sawdust Art Festival's Winter Fantasy. Jeweler and Board Member Marla Burns would be leading a teaching team of Sawdust jewelers. They were offering a class to teach the spouses some useful skills in jewelry making that could open new possibilities for the spouses. I found myself wondering just who would come on that cold wintry day to take this skill-building class. Who? Who? The sound echoed again through my mind.