Subject: Nature Story
madhava@sprynet.com
Date: Wed Apr 19 2000 - 22:54:54 EDT
Since some of you liked that story about what happened to me with the bird in my garage I figured I'd share my experience this evening with some deer. I'll have to be real clever in the end to bring in some Salinger reference for posterity. Ayway, tonight I was roaming the nearby trails of Vassar Farms located on the campus of Vassar College. I was on mountain bike and right before dusk I sat down to enjoy freedom of the moment. Somewhere in my reveries I must have fallen asleep, crossed that border of coherent thought into the nightly death of uncounciousness and dreams. In my peacelful dream I suddenly felt something in my body. This alerted my mind to the fact that I was sleeping and I suddenly opened my eyes to startle a group of deer that were looking at me from nearby in the field. As the deer adjusted their perception of me and what I might be to something they should
just get away from. I, of course, instantly recognized that they were in my dream. Using that same stretch of the mental muscle that I exert upon waking in the morning and intending myself to remember my dreams from the night before, I held the memory of my dream in place. To my surprise, the deer stopped running away. They turned toward me and began examining me. They came a little closer and made some heavy exhaling sounds. I was now dreaming, while awake, about these dear. I felt what it was like in their world. I was with that family of deer who live in this small preserve of nature surrounded by miles of city in every direction. I was with them wondering what the best reaction for them would be to this strange and out of place human being that was in my home. I tried to feel peaceful, respectful, and interested in them. And they let me be and continued with their business at the stream before us. I watched for a while and then went
back to my reveries. The deer remained nearby, just beyond some bushes for the next hour or so, making noises now and then and just carrying on. I Thought about the trees for a while and realized that most trees I know would be happy to serve as beautiful floors and furniture after their life is over. They wouldn't even mind giving their lives for it earlier if it would truly be healthy for their forest. Or even as paper for a Salinger book.
OK so I just made up that part about the salinger book, but the rest is completely true. Just as stated.
Good Evening.
Love,
Madhava
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