I returned from Georgia on Monday evening and here is what I did Tuesday morning. I think I may be the most reluctant hunter on the planet, but it was a thrilling, emotional and very spiritual experience for me. This deer will see me through the next year, providing sustenance not just on my plate, but in my soul. I had been preparing for this, but I don’t think I was actually sure I would go through with it until I did. This buck presented himself in such a way that it would have been a sin for me to not take the shot. I charged the antlers under the full moon last night, offering matter back to spirit with a sincere prayer of thankfulness for her abundance.
Brent was a big hit in Georgia and I’m beginning to think I may be walking beside this cowboy for a long time to come. Here’s a picture of he and my dad in Georgia, my two hunting teachers, my lover and my father, friends.
HOLY COW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Angela, this is amazing. I’m so happy for you. But…I’m speechless! Of all the friends I’ve ever had, you are more full of surprises than any.
LOVE,
claud
xoxoxox!
p.s. so when am I coming for dinner again?
You are definitely full of surprises!
Good to finally see a picture of you, too!
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Anytime you want, C! You know that.
Thanks, Chani.
Hi, Angela,
Wow, you seem to have gone through a lot in the last few weeks! I just got back from vacation and am catching up on my blog reading
I am a more reluctant hunter than you…I cannot bear the thought of killing animals (even though I eat them, sort of a weird hypocritical tic or something)…I am challenged to look at the picture…but I am open to your experience and excited to imagine that hunting could be a spiritual turning point. This is very provocative and challenging for me, and I’m enjoying reading about it.
Thank you for opening my mind and perspective,
Love,
O