is the occasional cat, dog or squirrel. In this rural setting the
body of a recently hit opossum, raccoon, deer or skunk is common and
I've even seen mangled bears, beavers, coyotes and owls on the
highway. Always, my heart lurches, my stomach grabs, and I feel a
surge of the panic and pain left with death under the tires. That
part of the experience will always remain, but years ago, when I was
having trouble moving past the aching echo of horror from what I'd
seen and felt, a friend gave me something that helped.
I now leave a blessing as I pass by, a simple "Blessed Be!" whispered
to acknowledge the loss of a life. Every creature, no matter how
humble or secret, deserves appreciation of its miracle, and notice of
its loss. Whether it is a orison of thanks for the meat on my table,
or a benediction for a spirit torn from life by a passing car, that
bit of prayer is a salve for my heart. The "Blessed Be" calls me back
to mortality and my place in creation with all of nature.