How glorious that in your exhaustion, your mind went quiet enough that you heard her in your heart before the physical email arrived. The veils are thin these days, and our visions are closer. deer carry gentleness. Holy white deer spirit is blessing your village.
Unable to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, I was more than happy to spend my sleepless moments with you. Pleasantly comforted and lolled by your whisperings in my ear. Heavy eyelids and filled heart lead me back to soft cold pillow— drifting back into deep slumber. Only to find myself in your garden, sitting under the cherry tree with the white deer, both of us covered with petals—my hand lay still upon her back as we contently watched the rabbit chewing fresh shoots of green grass. As I explored your yard, the various bird feeders—one beside a window, another hanging from an old white birch with a deep hollow at its base. Casually I noted the birch belonged to my own woodland forest. The same hollow where, only the morning before, I had chosen to bury a Song sparrow found in my yard. The white deer, the spirit of a Song sparrow, and the rabbit with the long fuzzy ears; an “exquisite strangeness” indeed.♥️
Is it synchronicity that you write about it as I’ve been thinking about it reading more about Jung and attempting to make more space for the idea on the shelf in my mind stacked with science?
It is so strange that at times we feel afraid of the light, of the mysterious beauty. Perhaps because we cannot explain it, or it illuminates how much we do not know. But to revel in the mystery of it all may bring us closer to those moments of, "Ah, I see.". No surprise that you heard from your friend as she lingered in your mind, no surprise that a ghost deer shines in the darkness, bringing wonder.
For half of my life, mystery was crushed beneath the boot of ‘knowledge’, but here, dear Chloe, your words nurture the delicate fronds of my belief in the reality of magic. How can synchronicity be merely coincidence when cherry blossom and ghost dear and feathered beings grace this world with their enchantments 🌸
I do so love your writing and the way your heart, soul and mind converse and speak to to us, your readers, here on Substack. You always take me to a different place. Thank you!
There is so much more to this life than ‘man’s logic’. The older you get, the more you experience it. Definitely not coincidences. Take care dear soul. Sending hugs and best wishes.
I always feel utterly astonished at the mysteries of life, truly. Thank you Chloe for showing me that there is even more to be astonished by. Your writing is beautiful.
Your words, like birds, are otherworldly. There’s the beautiful and mysterious ghost deer—and then there’s the common city pigeon—and that’s the one I’d like to read about from you. I write this because they scare me. I used to be scared of all birds but now it’s just pigeons because they’re everywhere and they are becoming aggressive. Two flew almost right at my head recently. I don’t want to be scared but I am. What does the common pigeon represent? Please tell me.
oh no more magic from chloe / i'm being enchanted again / reminded again of the mystery in the world the mist and the mirrors and the white deer at the edge of the village / i'm prompted to engage and enliven and be entertained and to call forth the birthright of our common humanness the harness of truth and the stream of consciousness running down the lane into the church yard / oh no whatever will i do now she's got me in her web and i'm weak and empowered at the same time / good spell great spelling excellent tales and sweet synchronicities / my pecan buds say hi to your cherry blossoms
Hello beloved Chloe. Thank you. Thank you for writing what you do and sharing what you do. I learn so much from you. You are a very loved teacher in my life and I look forward to continuing to learn from your sharing and, in turn, to share it where I can. I send your writing to anyone who may be able to hear it.
I enjoyed the podcast very much. You shared words that were profound for me and I had to write them out:
"When I was very young, if there had been a me, now, involved, things would have been so different. And so there is something quite healing about becoming the person you once needed."
How glorious that in your exhaustion, your mind went quiet enough that you heard her in your heart before the physical email arrived. The veils are thin these days, and our visions are closer. deer carry gentleness. Holy white deer spirit is blessing your village.
Unable to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, I was more than happy to spend my sleepless moments with you. Pleasantly comforted and lolled by your whisperings in my ear. Heavy eyelids and filled heart lead me back to soft cold pillow— drifting back into deep slumber. Only to find myself in your garden, sitting under the cherry tree with the white deer, both of us covered with petals—my hand lay still upon her back as we contently watched the rabbit chewing fresh shoots of green grass. As I explored your yard, the various bird feeders—one beside a window, another hanging from an old white birch with a deep hollow at its base. Casually I noted the birch belonged to my own woodland forest. The same hollow where, only the morning before, I had chosen to bury a Song sparrow found in my yard. The white deer, the spirit of a Song sparrow, and the rabbit with the long fuzzy ears; an “exquisite strangeness” indeed.♥️
Is it synchronicity that you write about it as I’ve been thinking about it reading more about Jung and attempting to make more space for the idea on the shelf in my mind stacked with science?
It is so strange that at times we feel afraid of the light, of the mysterious beauty. Perhaps because we cannot explain it, or it illuminates how much we do not know. But to revel in the mystery of it all may bring us closer to those moments of, "Ah, I see.". No surprise that you heard from your friend as she lingered in your mind, no surprise that a ghost deer shines in the darkness, bringing wonder.
For half of my life, mystery was crushed beneath the boot of ‘knowledge’, but here, dear Chloe, your words nurture the delicate fronds of my belief in the reality of magic. How can synchronicity be merely coincidence when cherry blossom and ghost dear and feathered beings grace this world with their enchantments 🌸
I do so love your writing and the way your heart, soul and mind converse and speak to to us, your readers, here on Substack. You always take me to a different place. Thank you!
There is so much more to this life than ‘man’s logic’. The older you get, the more you experience it. Definitely not coincidences. Take care dear soul. Sending hugs and best wishes.
This is exquisite, lucid and thought provoking writing. What a treat. Thank you Chloe
I always feel utterly astonished at the mysteries of life, truly. Thank you Chloe for showing me that there is even more to be astonished by. Your writing is beautiful.
Your words, like birds, are otherworldly. There’s the beautiful and mysterious ghost deer—and then there’s the common city pigeon—and that’s the one I’d like to read about from you. I write this because they scare me. I used to be scared of all birds but now it’s just pigeons because they’re everywhere and they are becoming aggressive. Two flew almost right at my head recently. I don’t want to be scared but I am. What does the common pigeon represent? Please tell me.
thanks dear chloe - brilliant writing sweetheart ...and thanks for joining more and more dots and showing us how connected we all are ...xxx
oh no more magic from chloe / i'm being enchanted again / reminded again of the mystery in the world the mist and the mirrors and the white deer at the edge of the village / i'm prompted to engage and enliven and be entertained and to call forth the birthright of our common humanness the harness of truth and the stream of consciousness running down the lane into the church yard / oh no whatever will i do now she's got me in her web and i'm weak and empowered at the same time / good spell great spelling excellent tales and sweet synchronicities / my pecan buds say hi to your cherry blossoms
Wonderful experience! Brilliant observations, and so timely while cherry blossoms are spiralling through the air.
Thank you. Always 🙏 💗
Hello beloved Chloe. Thank you. Thank you for writing what you do and sharing what you do. I learn so much from you. You are a very loved teacher in my life and I look forward to continuing to learn from your sharing and, in turn, to share it where I can. I send your writing to anyone who may be able to hear it.
I enjoyed the podcast very much. You shared words that were profound for me and I had to write them out:
"When I was very young, if there had been a me, now, involved, things would have been so different. And so there is something quite healing about becoming the person you once needed."
This was so beautiful for me. Thank you xx
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♥️ Thank you for this homage to curiosity and mystery. A perfect Easter message, I think 🙏