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| Out of the forest one by one they come cautious, fearful and lovely bright piercing eyes scanning their spacious dining hall The table of the earth holds golden grain scattered for their evening meal. Gathering at that table adorned with wild flowers the ritual meal begins. They eat dancing ~ a dance of caution like sentinels on the watch, lest some enemy harm the loveliness of their being heads bobbing up and down cautions, aloof, alert, ready to dance back into the forest at the slightest disturbance. Barely moving a muscle I sit in silence watching the dance of graceful caution. Catching my eye a little doe lifts her foot in the air then touches the earth with determination another step of the dance, a ritual proclaiming: �this is my space, my dining hall, my dance floor.� Gazing with respect, love and wonder a tiny sadness surges through me as I remember how I, too, have learned steps to a fearful dance casting glances over my shoulder not quite at ease in my being always yearning for a safer season ready to dance back into my forest of protection. Where are the safe seasons? Do you know? �Macrina Wiederkehr |
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