POOM !!

Bear.  Waiting.

bear seeing you

 

As the weekend began,  I was having a very comfortable, peaceful night. Soft snowfall outside.   Fireplace going.    Knitting nearby, nearly done.   Good book I had been reading, turned upside down on the table.    Such are my cozy evenings.

And I was baking bread.   I had just finished kneading the bread, I had put it in a bowl,  just covered it with a clean, damp cloth —  when   POOM!   Louder than that.   It sounded like a gunshot right next to me!

Glass on Stove

The glass lid on that pot of water next to me had just exploded.  There is a reason, of course,  but I don’t know the reason.   The stove top was not being used;  it was cool.  The water in the pan was room temperature.  and the thick glass lid on the pan had been there for hours.   I had just laid a cloth on the bread dough (lower right-hand corner)  gently.

I turned slightly to my right to pick up the used mixing bowl, had not quite reached it, when the explosion happened.

The house had been quiet.  Then the loud explosion,  Then quiet again –  but not altogether.   Over the next twenty minutes I heard tiny little cracks.   Like a little shard had fallen with a little “tick” against the stove.  A couple times  I heard a little “tick”  and thought I could hear a slight sliding, like a shard was gliding for a short space across the stove top.

Clean-up was not easy.   The bread dough was safe because it had just been covered,  but there was a nearby plate of cooked carrots and broccoli, waiting for me.   It was peppered with tiny specks of glass.  And so was my kitchen.

Glass in net

Much wiping up with a damp paper towel, of course,  and then I had to get the broken glass out of the pan of water, without the glass going down the garbage disposal.  Wouldn’t hurt it, maybe,  but I didn’t want it down there.   Luckily I still had a wire mesh strainer  with much smaller holes than the plastic ones.

I had walked in the glass with my stocking feet and walked my stocking feet all over the carpeting in the other rooms.  A flashlight told me that.

The Bear and the Book –

Some of you know why the bear is a metaphor for me – a metaphor that originated in a nice walk in the woods with my parents when I was a child –  interrupted in an instant by an angry mother bear that roared out at us and chased us about a quarter mile or so back to our cabin in the woods.

Bear Print 370

It’s why I wear this bear paw print bracelet –  to remind me that at any moment, life can be changed.   Things beyond our doing, beyond our control pop out and change the world for us.

The bracelet was bought at the Donner Party Museum last time I was on Donner Pass  (where my grandson lives).  The people in the Donner Party didn’t expect a 22-foot snowstorm when they were at the top of Donner pass either.

The Book?     To Hell and Back, by Ian Kershaw,  the years between 1914 – 1949.  It’s a thick book, dense with information, but so important for us to know –  because these things are happening again.      Life was “normal” in Europe –  and then a war began,  a war worse than any other war up to that time.    Soviet Socialism changed the lives of many millions.    Then life got normal again,  but fearful signs were unseen, National Socialism slowly grew  –  and then a terrible war began.

I wish every who reads this book would then  know how to stop history from repeating itself,  but like the bear,  like the sudden disappearance of my glass pan lid,   the changes that have been building up in the United States,  will suddenly rush out at us in unstoppable fury,  and whatever freedom we think we have,  whatever laws we think protect us,  whatever economic stability we think we are enjoying, all of it will explode away in a sudden fearful recognition that the world has changed for us, very much.

As vague, rising fear is the first sign,  subtle enough so that we can get used to it, even deny it’s really there.

It’s above our ability to stop it, I think.   At least from the growing signs I see.      A Tipping Point is near.        Perhaps  “Above” is the only answer.    Pray, of course.

We don’t quite know what to do with ourselves.  We don’t quite know how to manage the world without God.      More than pray.     Look to God Above.

Bear Trees a Man

We quite know how much more time we have.

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