“Random thoughts while strolling in the Tunnel”:
That’s Cooper, Hubbie’s grandson (and mine). Looking pretty happy with his Big Friend. His home is actually high in the Sierras, in bear country, so I guess that’s what little boys play with up there.
Cooper’s coonskin cap and ‘coon sweater is en route to him right now. I sent it because I wanted to introduce Cooper to Daniel Boone’s life and times, show him how courageous he was in conquering the wilderness and wildlife so that his family and others could live in peace in our great country.
That kind of bear isn’t what I had in mind. But he looks pretty happy. They both do.
I can’t help pondering, though, the way bear usually appear here in The Spruce Tunnel. For these past several years, the “idea’ of bear has been a symbol in my writing of those dangerous things which lurk about, ready to spring out at us if we’re not prepared.
I mean, let’s say you’re walking along among the Spruce, enjoying yourself. You let yourself go, you let become unprepared, you let your guard down, then suddenly –
– you see one……and there’s nothing between you and the danger.
My “idea” of bear might have something to do with my childhood experience of actually being chased by a big, black, smelly, slobbering bear in the middle of the woods. Just like that picture.
My childhood life wasn’t all that safe, stable, or secure. I sometimes have to make an effort to see that things are “okay.” Not that they will stay that way, but as long as things are okay for now, maybe we can enjoy, appreciate, and give thanks for it.
Is Cooper’s life “okay” now and his task will have to be to learn to understand that sometimes it’s not?
What is life like? Is it ultimately safe and predictable? Or is it actually quite impersonal, hostile, and unpredictable? Is living like dining at a big banquet? Or are we the ones who get eaten up?
That’s why I like to study Daniel Boone. He chose to live Free in a dangerous wilderness, but he met the danger and tamed it. He lived in the midst of the wild things as a gentleman of his times would: with practiced skill, with education and faith, he was hard-working, useful, respectful and well-respected.
That sounds possible! And worthwhile! And enjoyable!
Maybe that’s why there are other bears in my life:
Life is a hard game, worth the effort, worth the danger, worth the bumps and bruises – as long as there’s a Good Goal in mind at the end.
August 7, 2011 8:00 p.m.
So much to think about when there are bears lurking in this world!