My sister-in-law read the first story and sent me an email saying the image of a deer beating me about the head and neck with spindly extremities made her laugh out loud. Which only proves the point that being eaten by a bear would bring more honor from the grieving relatives.
I politely refrained from writing in my response that she was sipping wine as she read, no wonder she laughed.
But I digress: She also tweaked my take on the early morning driveway stand down with a doe (which sadly hasn’t had enough time to ferment into a legend about how I took on a four-point buck with my bare hands and a newspaper). Maybe the deer was just sending me a message that I needed to take action. Could just be that the deer was my spirit animal.
Fortunately, I’d had two glasses of wine at dinner so I was receptive to the thought.
According to my SIL’s mother, when a deer appears it is a reminder from the universe/God to be kind to yourself. ( SIL’s note to me: Yes, that means ignoring the inner voice of doubt!) Native Americans believe deer guide you to a destination or action.
I did a little Googling of the idea and found that the Celts thought deer could cross over to the faerie realm and had magical powers. The Greeks equated deer with Artemis. To the Chinese the deer is a symbol of abundance. Now I’m not sure we’ve got faeries in the woods behind the house, but I do know that a google search can take you into many, many fanciful realms.
But the idea that it wasn’t just a stare down with a displaced animal and instead was a sign from the larger universe to move ahead and be kind to myself appealed to me on many different levels. One site suggested adding a deer to your meditation and as you walked with it deeper into the forest you’d actually be going deeper into your soul. I have enough trouble keeping my mind from making grocery lists when I meditate, so deer hikes will take a little time. I tucked my new knowledge away and went to bed. Maybe I’d just keep an eye out for what happens next.
I’m back in training mode for the OBX Half Marathon in November. This would be my third consecutive race at the beach and I’m determined to go into this one with healthy knees and a steady pace. So I’ve gone back to 30-minute walk/runs twice a week and longer runs on the weekend.
Yesterday was a glorious morning to run — in Laura’s book. It was cloudy and cool with no hint of sun peeking through the cloud cover. My hands were cold! This hasn’t happened in months and made me so, so very happy. I tweaked my route and ran it in the opposite direction than I had two days earlier.
I usually look at the middle distance in front of me, concentrating on the leaves and twigs strewn all over the path after some recent downpours. My mind wanders, I enjoy just being outside and moving. Then at one point I just had to look over to the right. No particular reason, just had to look.
There was a deer, up to it’s neck in the bushes, eating leaves off a tree. It stopped pulling at the branches and looked straight at me until I went past.
Hmmmmm. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something — even if it’s only that I should have my camera with me at all times to document these moments. In any case, I emailed my SIL, mainly to say she could be right. But I would have to meditate on it a little more.