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power animal reassures me
I spent my first day of retirement chopping down small trees.
Renegade brambles full of ivy and poison vines, Kansas kinds.
Tripped on several of them, landing hard, without using my hands.
I heard my mother’s voice yell “Don’t break a hip, that is the end!”
Dripping sweat and exhausted, I came into the house to shower
My husband returned from his supper-hunt in ten minutes.
He is a tattle tale.
"There was a full grown doe in the driveway eating the leaves you chopped."
I am not surprised.
Deer is my power animal.
She symbolizes gentleness, grace and beauty.
She is also a symbol of freedom.
I feel I have escaped my captors.
Deer teaches us to be compassionate and kind.
I had found almost none of either at my last workplace.
Full of meanness, backbiting, jealousy and hatred.
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Caren Krutsinger
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