See and Be Seen — Clementine and Sage

It was just one of those days - a tightness in my chest, a heaviness in my belly. Nothing for it, really, but to kick myself out the door.

And that’s how I found myself hauling up the trail : eyes down, breath loud enough to drown out all other sound. I would have walked right by, would have missed them entirely, were it not for the barest flick of an ear.

First there was one, then two - then more and more and more nestled in among the mountain mahogany, bright eyes the only way to separate them from the granite. They’d been there all along, watching the storm clouds I’d been brewing rise up and over the mountain (in the way that storm clouds do before they let loose the snow and dissolve, flake by flake).

Today, Deer Wisdom says :

It’s ok to lie low, to blend in, to rest.

It also says :

It’s ok to see and be seen.