I’m feeling a little vulnerable, opened up and even more sensitive than usual after hitting a deer this morning on our way to Blue Star. I was driving and the poor deer didn’t die instantly, but didn’t live too long either. I sat with it until it died.
And it’s true what Jon wrote, that I didn’t ask him if he was okay until after I dragged the deer from the road onto the grass. But we were all okay. And no one else was involved. And the car has a lot of damage, but that’s the least of it.
I felt better when a truck pulled up and the man inside asked if he could have the deer. He butchers the deer himself, he said, and it would help feed his family. Not a wasted life then.
Later Pamela sent me a Deer Medicine Card. Deer is all about love and gentleness. Being caring and accepting of others as they are, not trying to change them or pressure them. And using persistent sweetness in the face of darkness.