nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
e. e. cummings
The Doe
She was running blissfully
alongside me, when suddenly
she switched direction -
toward the road where that truck
was moving fast on the other side.
I screamed.
I covered my face,
trying not to know,
but I heard the thump
Of her body
against the grill
and I saw it
Slide across the road
Then twitch. and go still.
I went to her
and looked into her eyes
Just as the light of consciousness
went dark.
Deer are so strong. They are out surviving in weather that would freeze our bones - but this week I was reminded once again how fragile they are, how fragile we all are.
I was really sad and shocked to see the little doe die this week while I was out running, but grateful that it was quick. The driver of the truck stopped to make sure I was ok before he pulled her body off the road and said some kind words over her. We shared this inexplicably tender experience of letting her go for just one moment, then surreally went on with what we were doing before the accident. I finished my run. He kept driving.
The experience has made me even a little more appreciative of the deer that live around me and the fragility of their and all of our lives.
A buck at the edge of my lawn, standing still and staring straight at me-
even when a doe walked in front of him, he didn’t break eye contact.
The waning moon, haloed in its own light on the night of my birthday. I have remembered my own fragility and mortality this week, but also the great good fortune of having a life I love.
Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don't waste it.
LeCrae
I am grateful that you are here with me on this journey, friends. Hope all is well with you. See you next week.