deer shelter

I am the forest,
I am ancient.
I treasure the stag,
I treasure the deer.
I shelter you from storm,
I shelter you from snow.
I resist the frost,
I keep the source.
I nurse the earth,
I am always there.
I build your house,
I kindle your hearth.
Therefore, you people,
hold me dear.
—  Inscription found in a 17th century forester’s house in Lower Saxony, Germany

“I am the forest, I am an ancient. I treasure the stag, I treasure the deer. I shelter you from storm, I shelter you from snow. I resist the frost, I keep the source. I nurse the earth, I am always there. I build your house, I kindle your hearth. Therefore, you people, hold me dear.” — Inscription found in a 17th century forester’s house in lower Saxony, Germany

3

“I’m a tiny senior (11+),  in the Autumn of my life but with a spark of Summer left in my step. I’ve been to the vet and I have a heart murmur (no meds needed) and I’m deaf, but aside from that, I’m a sweet, loving girl who loves her bed and my person. Everyone says that I look like a beautiful tiny deer.“

there’s a spot along the road where I walk the dogs where the land curves just so that the wind moves up out of the canyon there, waves of mist rolling up out of the dark firs like an airy sea

the trees are lower there so you can get a glimpse of the forest below, shelter to deer and elk and coyotes and the cougar whose pawprints you sometimes find on the logging roads after it’s rained

in the autumn the creek runs high with rain, in the spring with snowmelt, always icy cold, hiding orange-red crawdads and snails smaller than the tip of my pinky finger in the rocks

wood sorrel grows thick along the logging roads (my parents always called it lemon clover, for its taste) and sometimes you find huckleberries, small and bright and wild

what to call this place? what to call my relationship to this place, without over-romanticizing, without reducing it in some way? 

what to call a place, that is more than home?