down the lane at sunsetThere's been a lot of noise in my head lately--not bad noise, particularly, not destructive--just distracting. So when I got out to our diocesan camp and conference center for a board meeting Friday I became aware that just being out there, even if it was on business, was going to be a relief.
Walking up the lane at our diocesan camp and conference center in the evening after dinner, I could feel the noise in my head turn off just a little. And as I rounded a corner, there was a deer in the meadow just ahead of me. The deer and I stood looking at each other for awhile, then, as I backed away slightly, another one came into view, and another, until there were five of them watching me.
Despite the fact that my feet were firmly grounded on the blacktop of the drive, I felt as if I had stepped, ever so briefly, into another time and place. It seemed holy, if you will, and then, they began to drift away and I returned for the evening portion of our meeting.
As we left the center Saturday afternoon, two more deer were leaping across the meadow. A reminder to take a walk, to turn off the noise, to keep my eyes open for holy things in the midst of the everday.