Oct30

bear in the woods.

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ran into this guy 

when out walking 

 frozen in place

i tried to remember

what to do 

if i ever was

to meet a bear in the woods

run, play dead, make myself large, make noise

 or

take a picture

leave it in the trees

for the child who left it behind

now, missing it.

 

—

“he looked all alone

and so sad and so blue,

so I said, “oh, dear bear;

there’s a home here for you.”

-ingrod sawubona, A Big-Bear Birthday, Please (English version)

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  21. I believe the usual advice is for you not to run away (Their instinct is to chase) or get between them and their cubs. You could have given us a shot of you freezing in one place or calmly walking away from that vicious predator.

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  30. What I mean about bears… scribbled this when I moved into my new home in the mountains…

    So when I came here,
    I brought a bear along…

    as you do.

    A big floppy-fluffy teddy bear with big shiny eyes.

    Kind of like a mascot, y’know?

    Something silly.
    Something furry.
    Something that hugs
    and squishes
    and makes those crazy goo-goo cuddle eyes
    with eyes that ought not to see me there at all.

    Something that holds me when nothing else will…

    and reminds me
    how often I have needed
    just that
    to get me through impossible places.

    So now I’m here,
    in another impossible place,
    far beyond all the streets that used to swallow me –

    a place made of wetness
    and stone
    and sun
    and the colours that ballet and pole dance between them.

    Now I’m here…

    offering hugs
    to sunsets,
    floppy, pebble-slapping tides,
    wall moss,
    heron-chasing river songs,
    cloud-eating mountains,
    sunset-nibbling swans…

    and people who know what I mean about bears.

    (from “Carving my heart out of splinters”, which is out there somewhere, looking almost like a little book thingy… almost 🙄)

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  31. What I mean about bears,
    written after I moved into my new home in the hills…

    So when I came here,
    I brought a bear along…

    as you do.

    A big floppy-fluffy teddy bear with big shiny eyes.

    Kind of like a mascot, y’know?

    Something silly.
    Something furry.
    Something that hugs
    and squishes
    and makes those crazy goo-goo cuddle eyes
    with eyes that ought not to see me there at all.

    Something that holds me when nothing else will…

    and reminds me
    how often I have needed
    just that
    to get me through impossible places.

    So now I’m here,
    in another impossible place,
    far beyond all the streets that used to swallow me –

    a place made of wetness
    and stone
    and sun
    and the colours that ballet and pole dance between them.

    Now I’m here…

    offering hugs
    to sunsets,
    floppy, pebble-slapping tides,
    wall moss,
    heron-chasing river songs,
    cloud-eating mountains,
    sunset-nibbling swans…

    and people who know what I mean about bears.

    — from
    “Carving my heart out of Splinters” (sort of a collection thingy, out there somewhere if your curiosity gets the better of you and your sanity)

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