Now, back on topic. Here's a good day:
The good weather is back. At noon, I decide to take advantage. I step out onto the granite slab to see how it feels. It is wonderful. It compels me to go further, but I need to protect my bare feet.
Five-toes on, I walk out to the sweat and grab a broom. The stealth trail to Havarock has needed a sweep off of prickery cholla buds and other landmine debris.
I sweep my way along the trail. There are many hoof prints, large and small. The ground is dug up here and there. I hear an animal in the bushes a few feet away, but find it to be an uncharacteristic cottontail bunny.
I smell an animal as I approach the ridge near Havarock. Someone is home. I’m surprised by a large sound today. Two mule deer burst to the north, another to the east. I try the deeksha energy, but this time, it doesn’t seem to show noticeable calm in the deer. They do however, stop and just stare at the strange naked intruder with his hands in the air.
I just stand still and observe for a while, as they observe back. After a while I decide that I don’t want to disturb them in this sheltering retreat. I want them to come back and enjoy this place, as I know is their tradition. I pick up my broom and turn, walking away.
A few steps and I hear the loudness of more deer bounding away, which had been in cautious hiding just 30 feet or so, behind rocks. Three more, I count. Two do that springing jump tha they do from a standing position. First one an dthen the next, lie a déjà vu. These two have so few individual characteristics, like twins. A little more observation and I am on my way. What a gift it is to live here.
Jbee