Grounding Myself

As I mentioned in my last post, I have been super-anxious with all of the Coronavirus information swirling around, the uncertainty of what will happen from day to day making it hard for me to concentrate on anything but the news. After five days of feeling my nerves stretching thin from all of that frenetic energy, I knew I needed to do something to help ground myself. Last week all of my energy was focused on getting paperwork situated for our new apartment, and I haven’t had to focus on that since the weekend. At first it seemed like that was just going to be one more thing to add to the stress that I was already feeling, but after I got off the phone with the new apartment complex, I realized that the shift in my attention actually helped me to calm down a little. My nerves did not feel quite so shot.

It was definitely a relief, and I thought, “What else can I focus on that can help calm my nerves even more?” I started looking at my list of the manifestation candles I am currently trying to make, to figure out what supplies I need to order. After all, if I’m going to be practicing social distancing over the weekend, there’s no better activity to do than make candles. And as I made lists and researched correspondences, I felt myself calm even more. I really need to remember that making these candles is a grounding activity for me, taking me out of my head and into my body through doing and feeling.

Then, as I left work and saw that the sun was still pretty high in the sky, I decided to take my dog to the park and walk in nature. This has been something that has helped me a lot in the past, as I’ve gone through my burn-out. Being in nature is incredibly grounding. When I got to the park I found that my EarPods were dead, which was great because it gave me a chance to focus on the birds singing in the otherwise silent forest. We took our time walking, which is easy when you have a beagle that likes to sniff all of the things.

And then, toward the end of our walk, a deer literally crossed our path when there was no one else around. It was odd for a couple of reasons: first, there were a lot of people in the park that day and there was no one around me for the first time during our walk; and second, it was traveling alone. Most of the time when I see deer in the park, they are traveling in groups.

After the deer crossed our path, s/he stopped on the other side of the path and looked at me, watching me walk with my dog. As my dog stopped to sniff, I looked back at the deer and we just stood there, frozen in time, looking at each other as if passing telepathic messages. Suddenly, a small group of people made noise near the tree line to the south, and the deer moved away.

As I kept walking, I kept my eyes open for the deer. I had a feeling that it had not moved far, that it had not finished giving me its full message. As my sniffing beagle moved slowly forward, I saw the deer through the trees again, looking right at me. We must have stood there looking at each other for a full two minutes, the deer unconcerned, standing with its tail down, and me with my beagle who was oblivious to the two animals passing heart messages to each other in the forest. Eventually a family came walking on the path behind me and the deer bounded off.

I have had several awesome encounters with deer on hikes and walks, as I’m sure most people who hike and walk have. My favorite time to walk is very early in the morning, when it is more likely that I will see deer. Sometimes I’m walking in the park and there are deer and someone else comes walking by and acts like it is no big deal. I always wonder about those people, that maybe they have lost their sense of wonder about the world around them to the point that seeing deer in the park is not a magical, wondrous thing.

It is never no big deal. It is always a magical, wondrous thing.

I showed a friend of mine pictures of different deer encounters I have had, the amazing pictures that you can see in this post. She exclaimed, “Maybe the deer is your spirit animal!” I kind of shrugged her off at the time because I have been hell bent on having the owl be my spirit animal. But I have only had maybe one owl encounter, where I have deer encounters all the time. The deer encounters I have are meaningful every single time. I mean, what kind of ego do I have anyway, where I shrug off the animal that appears to me the most in favor of one that rarely does?

When I got home, I looked into meanings for different spirit animals. Here is what I found out about deer:

  • Gentleness
  • Ability to move through life and obstacles with grace
  • Being in touch with inner child, innocence
  • Being sensitive and intuitive
  • Vigilance, ability to change directions quickly
  • Magical ability to regenerate, being in touch with life’s mysteries

In this time of so much uncertainty, isn’t this what we need right now? I know that after that encounter I was the calmest I have been all week. There was a sense of peace within me that had not been there before. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to slow down and have this experience, and that I have the opportunity to reflect on it in this post.