Suggestion
Seek the Beauty. Beauty heals.
I was hiking along a wilderness trail one summer day and I saw a beautiful golden brown bear crossing a meadow to my left, dainty as a delicate dancer in the high grass, happy, feeling the sun on her back.
I turned to continue my walk and around the corner walking contentedly toward me came her mate. I stopped and looked at him and he stopped and looked at me; and what I saw was power and beauty; and what he saw was a scrawny man with short pants and skinny legs, big red backpack on his back, floppy hat on his head, and mirrored ski glasses covering his eyes; and the bear turned and ran, his big flop-flopping paws sounding not so different from a horse's hoofs pounding soft ground.
I was feeling good about myself, dynamic man chasing the bears away; but that was not to last because the female was furious with me for chasing off her mate, and she started walking behind me, pushing me along with her nose, making that hollow-log grunting sound you can sometimes hear bears making in the high wilderness; and thus nudging me she took me to her cave and forced me to stay with her there for two weeks, until she tired of me and pushed me out.
For years afterward there has been the story of a boy-foot bear with cheek of man who wanders through the wilderness. You might know him as Big Foot. I am his father.
Seek the Beauty, and a sense of humor helps, too.
This is your first lesson on how to survive the end of the world as you know it, and how to work with God to save God's Earth from death, now less than 60 years away.
I was hiking along a wilderness trail one summer day and I saw a beautiful golden brown bear crossing a meadow to my left, dainty as a delicate dancer in the high grass, happy, feeling the sun on her back.
I turned to continue my walk and around the corner walking contentedly toward me came her mate. I stopped and looked at him and he stopped and looked at me; and what I saw was power and beauty; and what he saw was a scrawny man with short pants and skinny legs, big red backpack on his back, floppy hat on his head, and mirrored ski glasses covering his eyes; and the bear turned and ran, his big flop-flopping paws sounding not so different from a horse's hoofs pounding soft ground.
I was feeling good about myself, dynamic man chasing the bears away; but that was not to last because the female was furious with me for chasing off her mate, and she started walking behind me, pushing me along with her nose, making that hollow-log grunting sound you can sometimes hear bears making in the high wilderness; and thus nudging me she took me to her cave and forced me to stay with her there for two weeks, until she tired of me and pushed me out.
For years afterward there has been the story of a boy-foot bear with cheek of man who wanders through the wilderness. You might know him as Big Foot. I am his father.
Seek the Beauty, and a sense of humor helps, too.
This is your first lesson on how to survive the end of the world as you know it, and how to work with God to save God's Earth from death, now less than 60 years away.
posted by Virgil Kret at 7:46 AM
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