My dog--Buzz--and I went on a walk to meet a friend and her pooch. I didn't think I was setting out for an adventure that afternoon. After 45 minutes of walking along the trails of lower Frick Park, a woman and her daughter directed me to travel through the cemetery in order to reach my destination. I ventured on despite where I was being lead. Within moments I quickly realized this was by far the largest cemetery I have ever been in. Thousands of grave stones lay haphazardly along the hilltops before me. The commentary in my mind initially took precedence before I kindly reminded myself to be present in this space.
A young white-tailed female deer suddenly appeared a few hundred feet ahead of me. It wasn't as startled to see me as I was to see her. My sidekick wagged his tail but did not yelp in excitement as usual. It was very unlike him. After a few minutes we continued to meander around the gravestones, some dating back to the early 1800s. Another 20 minutes passed. Yup, I was lost. A bit of anxiety started to pass through me. The roar of cars on a nearby road assured me I was bound to get out eventually. I phoned my friend to include her on my adventure as she waited patiently for me on the other side. Within time I came across another woman and her daughter walking cautiously along the path. They calmly "shhhhhd" me while I attempted to describe my location to my friend over the phone. Without a word, the woman grabbed my attention and pointed towards two fawns resting directly on top of a grave only a few feet ahead of us. I was thankful for the reminder to stay present.
Curiosity drew me closer to the fawns. The anxiety I felt drifted away with every step I took towards the animals. One fawn was staring straight at the tombstone, which was quite old. I knew on some level the sight of this event had a symbolic meaning. It only took 90 minutes to finally lead me to my destination. I could feel the muscular fatigue settle into my hips and feet. My mind was still captivated by what had just happened. I found out later that my walk could have taken less than 30 minutes if I had only followed a different trail--one I have walked along many times before. This was yet another experience that proves I was meant to follow the path less traveled.
Walking amongst the gravestones made me think of all those that I have crossed paths with in my mere 28 years of existence in this lifetime. Although these people were dead, their souls were still very much alive. I was immediately reminded of the oneness I have with these souls since they are just as much a part of this world as I am. They now exist in a different form, some may say these souls have transitioned into new forms of life. All of these transitions are rebirths in some way. It seems that these rebirths have been moving quite swiftly through me the last few years, especially this year. The shift is happening to all of us in one way or another. I am continuously amazed and humbled by these events in my life.
My relationship with nature has shifted as well. I just noticed that many of my blog entries have been inspired by a simple walk and grounding help from Mother Earth. I have learned that it is in my best interest to keep watch of the symbols that She gives me. The days’ events were a sure sign I needed to do some research for the symbolic meaning of deer. To no surprise, I learned the deer has a similar meaning to that of a toad or butterfly, an all too familiar sight over the last few months. I found an excerpt from the book, Animal Speak. The author, Ted Andrews, stated,
“If a deer has entered your life, look for new perceptions and degrees of perceptions to grow and expand for as much as the next five years. It can indicate that there will be opportunities to stimulate gentle new growth increasingly over the next few years…When deer shows up in your life it is time to be gentle with yourself and others. A new innocence and freshness is about to be awakened or born. There is going to be a gentle, enticing lure of new adventures.” (http://www.ladyoftheearth.com/animals/the-deer.txt)
Questions still arise when I attempt to decipher the meaning of the fawns’ location. Perhaps the fawns were late ancestors of the deceased, and they wanted to stop in for a visit. Maybe they were protecting the grave. Could it be that particular patch of ground just felt good to them and nothing else? Who knows.
For me, I can only relate the experience to my life, one big rebirth! The “dead” body lay in the ground while a new birth (the fawn) takes its place. Every aspect of my life seems like it is a new adventure right now. As I shift in my life, all my relationships have shifted. My path as a healer has shifted. The location of where I am heading towards is a small aspect of all the shifts I am experiencing. I think it’s important to remember that one should not rely solely on an awe-inspiring event to help us appreciate the shifts in our lives. Although I am truly thankful for these experiences, it helps me remember to be more aware of the subtle shifts I make on a daily basis. Whether I am making eye contact with the grocery clerk, speaking with an old friend, or taking a walk in a cemetery, I am shifting with every step I take. The gentle shifts I make in my daily life help give me the space to create anything I want and therefore find my own truth. Truth is my name.
Susan started to cultivate a deeper relationship with the Creator four years ago when she was introduced to the works of Eckhart Tolle's, "The Power of Now" by Jim Tolles. Her life has been transformed in countless ways since then.