Do you remember? Not facts. Sensations. A look. A smell of wet wood. A voice that said little but everything. A silence between two heartbeats. Maybe you don't know what to do with all this. You think they're just memories. But what if they were raw materials?
A deer stands in the forest. It does not flee. It does not fight. It sculpts. With its antlers, it carves into the trunk the history of those who came before it. It transforms memory into form. Silence into an imprint. It does not seek to forget. It creates to remember.
And you? What do you do with your memory? With what you have received—sometimes painfully, often unspoken. Those simple gestures that a father made a thousand times without a sound. That everyday courage, that wordless tenderness, that patience offered without return… Have you let all that dissolve into time? Or could you, too, carve a totem from it? An act, a word, a work, a presence?
The deer doesn't come to teach you how to run. It invites you to slow down. To sit down. To take the invisible knife of your story and draw. Even if you don't yet know what you're drawing. Even if your hand trembles. There is no good form, there is only the sincere gesture.
What if you carried not just a memory... but a work to pass on?
🦌 Wear the Deer T-shirt . Not as a fixed symbol, but as a living workshop. Because you are a sculptor of memory, a passer-by of connections, a silent storyteller.
📘 And keep The Invisible Life close at hand. Not to seek answers, but to recognize that what you carry within you deserves to be shared. In wood, in words, in gestures—but always, with love.