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Whispers in the Meadow

  • Writer: Glen Sealy
    Glen Sealy
  • May 13
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 15

A Moment of Stillness with a Herd of Deer

- A quiet walk, a gentle herd, and the reminder that peace still lingers in the quiet corners of nature.


There’s a serene kind of wonder that envelops you when you witness something so quietly magnificent—dozens of young deer moving in unison, unhurried and undisturbed, as though time itself had paused in reverence.


They didn’t flinch.They didn’t scatter. They simply existed—Together. Present. Blissfully unaware of how breathtaking they appeared from where I stood.

Nature doesn’t always need grandeur to steal your breath. Often, its greatest power lies in stillness: the soft rustle of dry grass, the golden hush of late afternoon light, the way everything slows down when peace walks past - like Whispers in the Meadow


As I watched the deer continue their calm procession, I felt something shift inside me. A quiet reminder of how much harmony surrounds us when we stop long enough to see it. A moment that asked for nothing but my full attention and gifted me peace in return.

A herd of deer walking gracefully across a spring meadow, with bare trees in the background, captured in black and white.
A herd of deer walking gracefully across a spring meadow, with bare trees in the background, captured in black and white.

The air was laced with the scent of earth and wildflowers. A breeze whispered across the field. I breathed in slowly, held it a moment, and let it go.

The deer carried on—graceful, deliberate, their steps as fluid as thought. They seemed to follow no rule except rhythm. The kind of rhythm that doesn’t rush, doesn’t need applause, and doesn’t ask permission.


As the sun dipped lower, fireflies emerged—tiny beacons blinking their approval of the day’s quiet ending. The whole world seemed to exhale.


And I realised: this was a gift. A whisper from the wild reminding me that in a world of noise and motion, stillness is not absence. It is presence.


I turned to leave, my heart lighter, my pace slower. Behind me, the deer faded into shadow—still moving, still together—leaving only the memory of that hush and a promise: that peace is never far, if we’re willing to see it.




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