As a writer, I’ve been mulling a word encountered in recent reading: Spirit-lifting.
As a rehabilitation counselor, I’ve been mulling a word from current study about trauma: Soul-wounding.
I went for a walk in the woods yesterday with a close friend, and we were stopped on the trail by a mule deer nearby. She froze; we fumbled for a camera.
We spotted her fawn — most likely a yearling, my friend said — and watched as the mother shielded the young one from strangers. My friend, a mother, noticed the full udder and remarked that the doe is still nursing.
We moved on, after a shaky, furtive photo, and encountered more deer along the trail. Their huge ears went vertical for an instant, but they sensed no danger and returned to feeding.
“When a deer crosses your path, you have met a spirit,” said my friend, a long-time minister.
I thought about this after our hike, grateful for a spirit-lifting afternoon with my sweet friend. This morning, I’m grateful to add ‘spirit-lifting’ to my meditation vocabulary.
The writer and rehabilitation counselor is still mulling spirit-lifting and soul-wounding, blessed by a few moments with a family of deer in an autumn woods.