It happened again on my way to the temple this morning: I saw a deer, a buck with antlers this time. Many times when stepping out of my home, I see one or more deer. Upon seeing them, I put my palms together and stand respectfully in their presence. The deer stop scurrying, turn, and look at me peacefully, yet with interest. They stay calmly with me until I begin to walk away. They are also most intrigued when I chant a Mantra softly. They listen attentively until I finish.

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