Powerful words! Ever read Shardik? When I think of bears I think of Shardik. Then I think of how Watership Down was fed to us as children and we were at once horrified and fascinated.
Two nights ago, when my wife and I were driving home very late, an old wild apple tree next to our narrow road, shook, and a plump black bear dropped onto the road and trotted ahead of us for a few hundred yards.
I agree with you. I would rather face the bear’s array of defense options than those of our species.
My husband and I recently moved to New York state, and our fist week, ahead of us on the road, we saw a black bear loping across the road. It was a beautiful, startling, magical experience that we still talk about. I love your poem, and the thoughts about it as well.
S.E., I found this very calming, after my initial reaction of a burst of apprehension for you and the dogs. It wasn't until after I read the whole piece as it illuminated us, humanity, that I could reread and really grasp the verse in its whole. We, as predators dangerous to our fellow humans and to every other living thing, have a choice to embrace peace and acceptance, to live with tolerance...or not and suffer the cost!
Lovely. I have seen more black bears, living and lively, than badgers - always dead by the roadside - licking my wing mirrors, bowling down a mountain with her cubs
For this girl born and raised where both black and grizzly bears roam, this one struck a deep chord. ♥️
Beautiful piece. I’ve lived with black bears in upstate NY. Never had a problem.
Sally, the God-leaning lessons you share with us from Creation around you never cease to amaze me....
Here's to "minding our berry-business," choosing peace over injury when we can do harm.
Powerful words! Ever read Shardik? When I think of bears I think of Shardik. Then I think of how Watership Down was fed to us as children and we were at once horrified and fascinated.
Two nights ago, when my wife and I were driving home very late, an old wild apple tree next to our narrow road, shook, and a plump black bear dropped onto the road and trotted ahead of us for a few hundred yards.
I agree with you. I would rather face the bear’s array of defense options than those of our species.
My husband and I recently moved to New York state, and our fist week, ahead of us on the road, we saw a black bear loping across the road. It was a beautiful, startling, magical experience that we still talk about. I love your poem, and the thoughts about it as well.
S.E., I found this very calming, after my initial reaction of a burst of apprehension for you and the dogs. It wasn't until after I read the whole piece as it illuminated us, humanity, that I could reread and really grasp the verse in its whole. We, as predators dangerous to our fellow humans and to every other living thing, have a choice to embrace peace and acceptance, to live with tolerance...or not and suffer the cost!
Wow! This is powerful.
Lovely. I have seen more black bears, living and lively, than badgers - always dead by the roadside - licking my wing mirrors, bowling down a mountain with her cubs