Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 14, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 17, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.




Sunday, January 5, 2014

A Shout from Mother Nature

We are part of our environment and our environment is part of us.

In fact, within the last 10 years, environmentalism is an issue that has taken center stage in most of our American lives.

We are devoted to reversing the effects of global warming.

We are designing and seeking alternative power sources.

We are eliminating the dangerous chemicals we dump into our bodies and our land.

How often do we hear catch phrases like "clean energy," "going green," or "organically grown"?

They are words that are now embedded in our culture.

But while we are taking these great gains in protecting and preserving Mother Nature,

I am surprised at how often we fail to just listen to her.

There are times in our lives when she shouts at us, begging for our attention.

 and even then we do not stop and listen.

Last week she was shouting at me.

We live in a wooded area. It is not unusual for us to see several deer nibbling on the greenery within the trees that surround our yard. It is such a pleasure to watch these gentle creatures as they graze peacefully a safe distance away from our house. I have snapped a few photos of them over the years and shared them on this blog.

A few days before our big storm, three of these typically cautious creatures, visited us once again. Weston, the ever observant nature boy, was the first to notice them as he gazed outside our front door.

There was this tiny female

 
She is standing directly over our septic tank
The heat from the warm water within the tank melts the snow above it
 and exposes the very tasty green grass
As you can see, she is very cautious
There is a young male who has accompanied the doe.
Quite suddenly, he decides to ditch his typical inhibition
and bravely head to the front door
 
 
He is young
you can see how his antlers are growing in

 
the doe follows the brave buck's lead
and heads to the tasty bushes on the other side of our front door
 
 
 
We are spellbound watching these beautiful animals forage for food
But what happens next, takes our breath away
A large buck wanders over to the door
 
 
He is difficult to see clearly as he nibbles behind the railing
I try again and again to get a good photo but much of my view is obscured by the railings.
That is until he lifts his head and looks directly at me
He holds my gaze and does not run away

 
I am spellbound
 
I am a firm believer that wild animal encounters are no accident. It is a blending of similar energy (our environment becoming us and us becoming our environment) They give us important messages about who we are and where we are headed. Things we are thinking, problems we are contemplating, can be understood better when we listen to these "chance meetings" and seek to understand the symbolism that is attached.
 
Animal interactions occur often, think about how often a bird has come to you, a cat crossed your path, a dragonfly landed on your shoulder. When this happens, stop and listen to Mother Nature. What type of interaction is occurring during this encounter?  What is it trying to tell you? There are many Internet sites devoted to explaining the spiritual energy associated with different animals/birds/insects etc. Look it up and see if you can find a meaning that is relevant to you. I think you may be surprised at what you learn about yourself.
 
What is Mother Nature shouting to you?
 
Are you listening?
 
p.s. I have to laugh a little at my chance encounter with this beautiful buck. My father, who has passed away, was an avid huntsman. For years he journeyed many miles to the forests of New Hampshire and Maine in search of these magnificent animals. I could never understand his desire to kill such a peaceful creature. I was always relieved when he came home empty-handed...which was most, if not all of the time.
 
I think that he would laugh out loud to know that after all his years traveling north in his quest to eliminate this beautiful beast, all I had to do was simply look outside of my front door to capture it.
 
Maybe he's trying to tell me something?