is where in the pinewoods in the moments between the darkness
and the first light two deer came walking down the hill and when they saw me
they said to each other, okay, this one is okay, let's see who she is and why she is sitting
on the ground, like that, so quiet, as if asleep, or in a dream, but, anyway, harmless;
and so they came on their slender legs and gazed upon me not unlike the way
I go out to the dunes and look and look and look into the faces of the flowers; and then one of them leaned forward
and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life bring to me that could exceed that brief moment? For twenty years
I have gone every day to the same woods, not waiting, exactly, just lingering, Such gifts, bestowed, can't be repeated.
If you want to talk about this come to visit. I live in the house near the corner, which I have named Gratitude.
~by Mary Oliver
Hope Springs is a sacred place – and we hope that it is a place that you want to get back to. We are grateful for all of the living beings that come through here, from you, the people who seek to make this world a more peaceful place, to the other living creatures, like the deer, who teach us how.
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