Shromm, shroom --SHROOM went the wind in the Endless Forest. The change at long last had come. In joyous rebellion, the 38 deer danced across the forest floor announcing they had responded to instinct physically. As the romping and the twerking became in synch other deer sat and swayed to the unheard but definitely felt beat. Like the ocean endlessly kissing the shore they began the age-old ancient rhythm in new form for the next generation.

The ancient deer laughed as they remembered how it had been done to them.


Rolling in the grass near the pond while watching fawns hop to and fro brings up two perspectives while laying on your furry backside. Being a wondering deer often brings up that overly critical dissertation thinking that compares things in way that by the time one is through you propose you should have never been born. Pondering on the other hand makes a deer question and then go look for answers.

You get up and you wander around. You make notes. You become so noted but not noticed. That puts one in the realm of ancient deer.

Ancient deer of the skull face, grinning teeth and horns protruding skyward in defiance of some unknown god floating who knows where but possibly in the ruins invisible roofing cause wonder. They do things apart and together that get notices even when they are just sitting. You can feel their ancient mind putting forth invisible persona boundaries before you ever see them. You will find yourself veering off in an orthogonal manner if you try to head straight for one who does not wish to interact. It becomes quite a game trying to get to them for a run through. At one time someone discovered how to make flying deer and other the ancient ones they would hoover and then drop. Once done with fun one will find one self invisibly directed to areas of the forest for nexus making. When enough of that happens, a gathering occurs and in a moments notice all the deer everywhere begin to dance. Some alone while others form long lines or rings and all over the forest shaking deer booty everywhere. Just the exact opposite of the dignified ancient deer face. Sometimes the ancient deer would participate but other times they would go to the graveyard and sit or sit on the hill nearby and admire the stone work of the graves.

So we move to pondering once that experience is done. Why did my deer do that? Those of us who do not wish to be puppet deer for a game we do not understand just do something different we prefer over the imaginary director.

The bower

While running to and fro through the many trees a pleasant shady area with climbing tendrils in a field of blue flowers behind the Mother idol a deer can meet the most intriguing deer. As lovely as the Indus Valley 5000-year-old deer art is what is even more lovely is when you meet the bowing deer in the bower. Unlike any other deer, the gracefulness of the bow with a sweep either before or after lets one know a prince of deer has arrived. Never alone a set of companions with complex antics surround the ancient face of bone and teeth and antlers looking like tree branches to the sky. Even despite the fun, the aura of dignity and integrity oozes out from such.

Those gatherings are unlike any others. A whole hierarchy of complex relationships becomes apparent. A whole system of movements between the ancient players speaks of interactions long ago, of what is new and what was. Some things remain though an ancient one is gone a part of their movement remains with the other deer. Often like Watchers, they would strategically place deer selves in areas where they could observe other interactions. Like knights of old a code of existence becomes noticed. Rising at once play or a mock war would begin with deer from all realms running to take the side of the one that watched over them. During the fall near the ruins, games of fierceness would begin and the deer would be traded to other Watcher Ancient deer. During the same era, many ancient deer would gather and meet for serious forest business.

It is said the ancient faced deer began at the moment of birth of the game. One moment chaos and in the next there the ancient deer were in full glory. Glory lasts forever in actions and deeds across the fields. Those deer that have witnessed those events stand on spots and remember when an area was filled with the ancient deer circle and its ways.

The Bower blesses and a deer begins to develop their own bow and sweep.

Cathedral in the space so where are the catacombs?

Boris and Natasha deer request extension to pit in ruins become a passage to catacombing dark wanderings down below often lead to light or to rodonaia deer....Smiling rodonaia deer floated off and met up with cowboys ... married a dancing one and other married a socialite of extensive deer beauty... fawns bouncing all over the place, new colony formed...

A Moose

A deer transformed into a moose. It started about six months ago. It feels all religious so it needs to go to the ruins. A loose moose may result in a goose in the caboose and let us hope there is no noose.

Here is to Bullwinkle, Rocky, Natasha and Boris


It came on the wind

Water behind my habitat...
well worn and loved chair facing trees draping heavily with leave
as the breeze softly touched the water it rose up and moved through the trees
in a moment it gently caressed my face
as it did it left a gift
for logo

an essence of that moment in time
becoming a visual representation
on a word

....Texas summer evening at twilight become magic like that
a place for a moment of creative thought...

LOGO word and deer

Shall I take the chance to play with a word and turn it into art. Like a playful quiet deer near water always about to prance and yet always watching for an event. Can a logo capture that feeling and ...
anticipation deer

kittens in a basket

my calico kitten-a calico kitten-sleeps with her siblings on the pastel pink soft blanket-bedding of a basket. the night is silent, except for the whur of a portable air conditioner. it sits under a low worn coffee table, which holds a cheap plastic cup of water. the faucet drips into a flat porcelain dish resting on the floor's flood-drain."grr" she coughs slightly, adjusting herself so she leans slightly towards her older brother. one can see him trembling, his hairs lax yet upright. i want to go to sleep, so i can stop thinking about the kittens, pastel colors, and hair, but it doesn't do any good to go to sleep. i just have to stop thinking abt it.
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10,000 years

How the World Followed the Deer

Peeking out of the realm of forest, blue sky, and the sound of water the deer noticed on the edge of the forest to the netherlands others had begun to leave space for roaming in between entities. Social distancing has always been part of the forest where one lies in the butterflies and contemplates the deepest thoughts so as to have it flow from mouth and fingers as they make sounds or draw. Many do not understand the gifts of communing with out words and how observations sharpen. When a relationship does form it begins as intense play set among lush greenery whot much laughter. No corona exists in the forest does it... A place where everyone can play if they wish. So now the world does the same wandering around then suddenly in small groups gathering a favorite spot cuddling. Hmmmm a global forest ....
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