There is a young deer who has taken to napping in my back yard. He lifts his head when I go outside, but doesn't run away. He also eats fresh raspberries and is quite at home. We have a silent agreement about the roses. Sometimes I just watch him out my window as he wanders lazily about. I am struck with how utterly safe he seems to feel.
We all need to feel safe. At home. We need to be able to take a nap. To rest. To simply be. I am honored that my friend seems so comfortable with me. (I hope all my friends do as well, even the two legged ones)