Several years ago, Kathy and I went to the farm to visit. Late in the afternoon, we went for a walk and saw the doe in the picture below. You have to look carefully to find her. She moved away from us, but still seemed to want to stay close to where we first saw her. As we walked, the deer reappeared several times and, despite attempts at being quiet and still, the deer kept her distance. My best guess was she had a spring fawn in the bush and was trying to distract us, moving us away from being a threat to the young vulnerable offspring.
In The Hiddent Wholeness, Parker Palmer compares the soul to a shy and vulnerable animal. Each humans’s spiritual nature is personal and private. I think we begin by tentatively exploring its meaning with our self first and, as we become comfortable, with those we are closest to, testing and adjusting what it means to us. In a secular world, we often conflate religion with spiritual. As Parker points out, we have many words for soul e.g. spirit, essence, inner self, etc. and those words can carry non-religious connotations for each of us. To engage the soul and animate our being, it is essential to spend time in contemplative and meditative ways.
I sit quietly, with occasional great stillness, and my spirit, like the deer, emerges from cover and protection. In the midst of strangers, intruders, and busyness, we need those moments to let the soul speak to each of us and be protected, understanding its vulnerability.
Look closely. The poplar and the spruce in the foreground frame her in the background.
Keeping her distance–
Protecting the vulnerable–
Returning to its child.
Soul peeking out,
Revealing in perfect stillness–
Repeating the dance.
Thanks for sharing
On Sun, 9 Aug 2020 at 6:37 am, Teacher as Transformer wrote:
> ivonprefontaine posted: “Several years ago, Kathy and I went to the farm > to visit. Late in the afternoon, we went for a walk and saw the doe in the > picture below. You have to look carefully to find her. She moved away from > us, but still seemed to want to stay close to where we fi” >
You are welcome Roy. Take care and be welll.
Your writing is always a pleasure to enjoy. Thank you, my friend, blessings and best regards, Tasha
Thank you Tasha. Take care and be well.
I really enjoyed this poem and could relate. Seeing a deer in the distance like that is such a delight. Even better when you get a peek at one of the little ones.
It is. We did not see the fawn. I think it was tucked away and the mother kept moving away from where it was hidden. As quiet as we were, there was no way she was letting us close.
Several years ago, I came around a corner and face-to-face with a doe and twins. I could have reached out and touched the one it was so close. It became separated from the mother. We stood perfectly still and waited for them to rejoin. The mother whistled to let the separated one know where she was in the brush.