Just back from our travels, Joanie and I resumed our tradition of a morning jog in the woods near our home. Typically, along the trail, we'll stir up some deer – often a mom with a couple fawns – who scatter at our approach.
Yesterday, we came upon a couple of larger bucks, whose 8 or 10 point antlers were still fuzzy with newness. Instead of scampering, they backed off the trail 20 yards or so, turned toward us and watched. There was a calm alertness to them, perhaps even a curiosity. They didn't seem anxious.
What a wonderful teaching about mindfulness. Disengage from the swirl of activity, step back and observe. No stories, no judgment, a readiness to respond as needed.
A great way, I thought, to approach the helter-skelter of what goes on around me and within me, especially now as I re-enter the busy-ness of everyday life.