I awoke at 4 am this morning. I lay in bed for a while, tossing and turning before submitting to wakefulness and rising from bed, donning warm winter clothes,and heading for the mountain. I arrived long before the sunrise and began my trek up the lumbering hillside in the cold stillness of predawn. With each step the careworn busyness of my mind quieted and soon I was aware of the breeze, the chill and the subdued colors of winter. As I climbed, I saw dozens of deer scattered across the hillside foraging food with graceful diligence. I noticed this trio nearby and heard a still small voice beckoning me toward them. They stared at me as I approached, eyes gentle and deep, they didn't move to run, instead they watched me. I cried in gratitude as is often the case.
It is humbling and beautiful to experience an intimate hello whispered across species.
It was a quiet and refreshing way to begin the day.