This morning I opened the dawn curtains and saw four deer eating grass in the meadow behind our house. I've seen these deer every dawn or dusk this past week. There is a mother, an aunt, and two long-legged young ones who have recently lost their spots.
Every time Tim and I see them, we stop, freeze, and stand in silence and watch them. We marvel at their beauty. And my heart breaks, because they look like much larger version of my cats. They are delicate and gentle and utterly vulnerable. I stand and count mantras, "om tare tuttare ture soha". This is Tara's mantra, she is the enlightened mother who offers protection.
Every time Tim and I see them, we stop, freeze, and stand in silence and watch them. We marvel at their beauty. And my heart breaks, because they look like much larger version of my cats. They are delicate and gentle and utterly vulnerable. I stand and count mantras, "om tare tuttare ture soha". This is Tara's mantra, she is the enlightened mother who offers protection.
