Talk to Fa

I was driving on winding mountain roads. I’d lowered the gear and opened the windows slightly to let the fresh air in. The trees had been burnt by the fire. The air was crisp. The fire must have brought a renewal to the area. As I slowed down to let a deer cross, I wondered whether people like me, natural explorers, travel to new places in search of our true homes and soul families. I recently read somewhere that most of us live in environments that are not suited for our unique designs. The deer stopped and looked straight into my eyes. I felt seen and somehow validated for the thought.