“Why does his owner keep him? Does she not realize he is broken?” I quietly mumbled to myself the first time I noticed the fake deer.
The second day of my walk, I checked every tree on my path to find this deer. I couldn’t find him.
The third day, I found him. “He is broken. He should be thrown away,” I thought to myself.
“Wait. What do I keep that is broken?” I asked myself.
Chipped dishes sit in my cupboard. Torn towels sit in my bathrooms. I still grieve over broken friendships I doubt will ever be repaired. Broken promises by others bounce in my head. Tiny holes are in some of my shirts.
Yet I hold onto all these broken things. I’m not too different than the owner of this broken deer. I hope someday she or he will be outside when I walk pass this deer. “Why do you keep this deer?” I can then ask them.
I will look for this deer each day I walk outside and let him remind me that I need to let go of some broken things I hold onto too tightly.
What broken things do you need to let go?
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