Usually these shy lovely creatures come at night - leaving hoof prints in the snow. I long to see them - and now I do. In broad daylight, she has come to visit.
As she stands there, she is joined by her two young ones, her kids, and the family of three stand there and stare at us, as we stare back.
"Don't move," Cliff and I whisper to each other - not wanting to scare them away.
But then they are the first to tire of us and she walks daintily away. The younger ones scampering behind her.
We breathe again.
The deer is traditionally a messenger of serenity. It seems as if they can see between shadows and hear unsaid words so they remind us to maintain our innocence. They also remind us to be gentle with ourselves and others. We mustn't push for change abruptly or harshly. Instead, we must gently nudge ourselves and those around us in the right direction with love and understanding. It is her message. We are in awe. We feel the touch of the divine. We feel her peace.
Cliff and I linger over another cup of coffee - there is a promise in this day.
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you. O God. Where can I go and meet you, my God? Psalms 42.1