A Camino Moment: The Deer

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It was a cool morning in mid-April, and we set out across the French countryside through a thick mist that was almost rain. Eric walked ahead with the Brothers Grim, peppering them with questions and practicing his French. They loved him.

I lagged behind as we crossed a field of brilliant springtime green, so I was alone when two deer leapt gracefully across the dew-wet grass, chased by a black dog that seemed more determined than vicious.

The dog didn’t bark, and the whole scene was weirdly serene. They disappeared over a rise while I stood frozen, trying to remember the French word for “deer” to alert the others.

They never saw it. The moment was magic, and all mine.

Published by beth jusino

Editor. Writer. Teacher. Pilgrim. At home in the Pacific Northwest. I wrote Walking to the End of the World and The Author's Guide to Marketing.

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