I prefer to spend my time, energy, with Nature wherever, whenever I can, to see and learn whatever I can; much more fruitful than wasting my life as a democrat, republican dare even say a government man.
This time of year Brother Deer, his symbolism on raging-roid Testosterone. Many will die this year on the roads that painful slow lingering death, with humans spectacle-gawking or cursing with their breath. To blame ‘The Horned Ones’ is man not at his best for Brother Deer risks death to fulfill his quest.
Many a times on my Mountain Forest Roads, line of cars behind me lights flashing a hundred horns do blow, man to his urban slave job hurried to go. This morning on a small access road at the foot of the mountain, that way I did go, Brother Buck, put on a puzzlingly queer show as if there was something he wanted me to know.
When I turned on to his road on the steep embankment, proud he stood, red flashes his eyes did glow, “venture on gray bearded man but be cautious, go ever so slow” he said. Five miles per hour I proceeded to go, kilometers conversion look it up for I do not know. I spied a shadow out of the corner of my eye, Brother Buck ran aside me forty yards if not ten more. A bit before the Iron Horse path, Brother Buck looked at me, as white lightning with a wink and a snort, off he tore, cut in front of me disappearing in Pan’s Wooded Glen.
This Brother Deer with me did not risk death, he had a message to tell me before he fulfilled his quest with a score, this I am quite sure however, what the message was I am yet stumped, still quite unsure.
Tales of The ‘Magic’ Buck, Ancestral Spirituality.