“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science” – Albert Einstein
On Valentine’s Day I found a single red rose lying on the counter in our newly finished sleeping loft in the barn. Who left it? Bruce, one of our builders, the electrician, or a neighbor, could have placed it there but it has been a week since I discovered it, and no one has mentioned the rose. It is difficult for me to imagine a secret admirer, but perhaps someone wished to congratulate us upon the completion of our barn.
Also on Valentine’s Day, as I drove to Mule Springs, I noticed the elusive white metal deer had moved, once again, to a different place in the hay field. Every few days someone walks into the pasture, either by day or night, and picks up the white deer and moves it. All drivers on their way to town can see the deer, if they notice.
But on Valentine’s Day I see something new. The frail looking snowy buck has two green arrows piercing its breast. Has it been struck by Cupid’s arrow? After all Valentine’s Day is the day to be smitten. Or maybe someone from the road shot the deer as a gag, or the unknown “mover” had the arrows planned for the holiday.
The mystery–the hanging question– behind the long stemmed red rose and the white deer intrigue me. I drive by the deer in the hay field every day. On some days the deer has been moved fifty feet or to the far perimeter of the field, but on other days, the deer’s position seems to have hardly changed. Still I imagine it has shifted a foot or two. I wonder who advances across the field to pick up the deer, and what is in his or her mind as the next move is contemplated? Why does this person make the effort?
It’s the mystery I enjoy the most, so much so I’d rather not even ask who leaves the rose or find out who moves the deer. I’m glad that they do.
Author’s Note: Can you think of any little mysteries that intrigue you?