The Artist of
POSSIBILITY
Magazine
I was just thinking today how I miss the constant-enough-to-be-casual encounters with deer in my life in Colorado. One of the many nourishments I miss acutely today, and chronically since I left. How I miss it, yet the memory visited today to bring its own nourishment, tinged with the longing that reminds me I am still alive and not without hope, nor without the primal peace and innocence that recognizes itself in those wide eyes, great open ears and downy, dusky coats.