Watching the World go by with ‘ Wayfarer’
Have you ever watched deer run? Well… they don’t run so much as bound.
The dogs and I stepped out of the wood and surprised four young deer in the open. They did that freeze-and-he- won’t- see- us thing. So I stood and watched for a moment, then I gave them a little, friendly wave.
Then they moved! Across land that was swampy in places, rocky in others, overgrown with brambles, weeds, shrubs, nettles, the deer family covered half a mile in what seemed like three seconds. Wow! How did they do that? Not by running. People would have tripped within a few steps, tangled up by all that undergrowth. Even the dogs would have had a hard time. Because we are all too close to the ground.
The deer hardly touched the ground. They took off, covered eight-toten feet before touching down, then took off again. The biggest part of their travelling was done through the air. No obstructions! Which got me all philosophical.
Most of the dramas in our lives tend to be “undergrowth” stuff. How about if we spent a little more time “in the air”; spent less time on what he said, she said, or how much you wish you had the other fellow’s car, or carrying a load of hurts and insults you have collected over the years?
Imagine stepping ( bounding) away from that to a place where we are more interested in spreading love than in gathering wealth; where
we happily carry people’s burdens for them instead of being miserably weighed down by our own.
We would still be touching ground but, spiritually, it would be like flying. And that’s a much better way to travel.
My dear ( not deer) friend Maggie travelled the higher way when, aged 67, she left the immediate vicinity of our town for the first time in her life. And she met plenty of fellow “highflyers” along the way.
She was visiting an old friend who was ill — and lived 400 miles away. She felt the situation was too serious for letters and nothing would do but a personal visit. But she had no car, and no one to accompany her. Still… off she went.
Despite not being at all familiar with the route, she made every train and bus connection, had her case carried a few times, was bought several coffees, and met nothing but helpful, friendly people. Oh, and she also did her friend a power of good before heading back home again.
Telling me about it afterwards, she couldn’t get over how she’d been helped at every step of the way.
“Did you tell people it was your first time away from home?” I asked.
“Why, I think I told them all,” she replied.
“And did you tell them why you were making the trip?” I asked. “It only seemed polite,” she replied. Well, therein lies your answer, Maggie. Who, having heard about it, would not want to be part of such a beautiful, loving journey?