Subject: Nature Story
From: Benjamin Samuels (madhava@sprynet.com)
Date: Wed Apr 19 2000 - 22:37:47 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 .
Good Evening.
Love,
Madhava
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