Yesterday I was on the rider mower in the evening and glanced toward the back of the yard - there were Mom and the kids, snacking on apples, perhaps 100 yards away - the closest I'd been. I was amazed they were not afraid of the mower, watching my movement but at ease. I found myself deep in thought, wondering how many generations had been feeding from the same trees, accustomed to the previous residents of the house. Was the familiarity with the property and people carried from one generation of deer to the next?
How applicable to our own lives. How many of our fears are generational, sort of spiritual DNA? In my family, I know that money and reputation/fame/visibility were big issues for my parents and grandparents - did some of their fear come down to me? Undoubtedly, but I have chosen to release those. The flip side is how many and what kinds of talents and joys are carried down? Again in my family, music and the arts. Did the simple joy of abundant crab apples bring this new generation of deer into the yard for me to appreciate? If so, I'm very grateful. I have found so much to be grateful for here, in nature, with the "deer ones."