A Walk With Deer . . .

When heading out for a quiet walk alone one evening at the beach, I encountered two deer. They allowed me the pleasure of watching them feed for a while. Every now and then they’d stop and stare at me, unafraid.

Young buck . . .
Young buck . . .

There’s such a peaceful but playful spirit to these creatures . . .

Doe feeding . . .
Doe feeding . . .
It struck me, as I watched them munch away at their meal, how we miss so much in our rushed worlds divorced from the feel of nature. So much vitality oozes and feeds the soul in a rich closeness to the earth.

There’s not much better medicine than to be one row of dunes away from the shore, barefoot and poised watching the frolic of wildlife as the sun sets.

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