deer eyes

Through Their Eyes


Tonight I leave you with something to ponder.

Take a moment if you will.. maybe even a few and think about what the world looks like through their eyes. What does the forest, the lake, the spring, the meadow and the field look like through their eyes?

What we see and what they see is different…even though it is also the same. It’s the same meadow but to the mouse, it’s home and to the deer it’s dinner, to the butterfly and the bee it’s sweetness and to the birds, a free place to soar.

What do we look like through their eyes? How does it look to them when we invade their space without care or thought of where we walk and how? What does it feel like to you when you think about someone doing the same to your space, your home, your safety?

Many Blessings,
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