The White Stag of Virginia


A few days ago, I was at my parents' Bentonville house, having a difference of oppinion with one of my two very stubborn horses, when I looked up and saw a mother deer, with something that I at first thought must be a little white dog following it. Looking carefully, however, I realized that it was far too graceful, and realized that I was looking at a young, pure snow-white deer.

I think of how Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy followed the White Stag, and by doing so were taken back to the door of their own world. Perhaps if I can chase this young deer, the opposit will happen. Perhaps I will find my way to a door into Narnia, or some other magical place. One can only imagine . . .

2 comments:

Mikaela D'eigh said...

How cool is that! I have often wanted to find that wardrobe....or one veryu like it.

gipsyjaime said...

magical, magical virginia