I packed-up all the garbage this morning and brought it to the dump. My little Honda Fit was filled to the gills with Bear’s cast-offs. This evening I met up with my most wonderful brother-in-law, Marty, and he loaned me two motion cameras. (One is a little beat-up from a bear nibbling on it in the woods.) I set them up in my barn with a good view of the trash can. Since I hauled off the yummy garbage, I’ll have to leave out a treat for the bear to see if s/he will return. Feels like leaving cookies for Santa. Hopefully we’ll get some good shots. I’ll keep you posted. I’m enjoying the idea of this mysterious night time visitor. I haven’t had a chance to speak with any of my shaman friends, but I will later this week. If I get any good photos of Bear I’ll be sure to post them. This reminds me of a story series I used to read to my daughters: If you give a bear a cookie…
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Bear Returns (yet again)
So I’ve picked-up the contents of 3 contractor bags of trash two days in a row now. That means Bear and I have used 9 huge contractor garbage bags instead of three. So this morning when I visited the fall-out of Bear’s most recent rampage, I decided to just let it lie. I know that sounds gross. And I’m not proud to admit that I’m leaving garbage all over my barn. But seriously? Come on! So I’m using the “wasteful” card. Can’t “waste” any more plastic. That , and the “I just don’t want to pick garbage any more!” card. I’ll pick it all up one last time tomorrow morning, when the dump/recycling center FINALLY re-opens and I can get rid of all the trash. A friend suggested I set-up a motion sensor camera so I can see what Bear looks like. Great idea! Several of my friends use these cameras in the woods to capture images of wild life, so I hope to get my hands on one by day’s end. Maybe I’ll get a good shot or two of Bear enjoying the smorgasbord I’ve left out for her/him.
I invited Bear to join me in my dreams last night, but my exhausted sleep was so deep that I don’t recall a single dream. However, meditating yesterday was another story. I experienced two visions, of sorts. In the first meditating vision/dream I was standing and Bear was walking towards me. S/he circled me on all fours, the stood behind me and placed her/his front paws gently on my shoulders, claws and all. There we stood for some time. After that “experience” drifted away, I was again sitting in Meditation Circle, yet a bear cub walked over to me and laid in my lap, on it’s back. We cuddled, as you would with a toddler human. Both of these “visions” felt like an initiation of sorts. An initiation and welcoming into the medicine of Bear. The journey has begun.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have a photograph of my night time visitor.
Night Time Visitor
Garbage, garbage everywhere. The trash can was turned over. Three contractor bags ripped open, their contents strewn across the dirt floor. What a freaking mess! And the smell… I hadn’t even had my tea yet. It was 6am. I was taking the dogs out for a quick morning vigil and planned to hop back in bed with a cup of tea and my iPad. Instead, I was picking up debris and filling three new contractor bags. YUCK. Double yuck. And I was wondering how and when the dogs had gotten into it. My first instinct was, “Bear,” but I quickly ruled that out. Sure, we’ve seen bears in the fields around my house. People in town told me they’d parked on the road in front of my home (along with several other cars) and watched a 400 pounder (how do men always know how much they weigh?) meander across my side lawn. But that was a few years ago. My neighbors take in their bird feeders nightly because so many have been ravaged by the local black bears. But having one in my barn seemed out of the question. So I packed the mess back into bags and went inside, grumbling at my naughty dogs.
But later that day I ran into Mike Bodnar, my neighbor, friend, and NYS Forest Ranger. “Hey, Mandy! We say a bear coming out of your barn last night.” He held his hand waist-high, showing me the bear’s height on all fours. Far out! Pretty darn cool. What’s not cool is that the dump isn’t open again until Wednesday, so I think I’ll be picking up a lot of garbage over the next few days. This morning when I peeked into the barn, I moaned at the mess that had returned in the night. I’m putting rubber gloves on my shopping list today.
In Native American traditions, different animals (totems) carry different “medicine” and messages. Not medicine in the pharmaceutical sense. But opportunities, signs, and messages for mental, emotional, and spiritual growth and healing. Hawks and crows have been strong totems for me over the years. Now that I’ve been twice visited by a black bear in as many days, I’m going to take this as a note to investigate the medicine that bear carries. Time for a little research. I’ll meditate on Bear. I’ll draw his/her image into my mind as I meditate. Before I go to sleep, I’ll invite Bear into my dreams. I’ll Journey with Bear. I’ll speak to my shaman friends, I’ll turn to my books, and I’ll troll the internet for information. To me, this as a sign that a new door is opening in my spiritual life. I welcome it. And I’ll try to remember that as I pick-up the trash.
After this morning’s 9am Meditation Circle, I’m headed to Spirit Hollow in Shaftsbury, VT for a session with the Amazing Forrest Green. I call him my Celestial Shaman. I’ll travel to the stars and through time in my session, healing and expanding my life. Sound wild and crazy? Maybe. Actually, I hope it does. What I know for sure is that I’ll leave my session refreshed and renewed, healthier and clearer in body, mind, soul, and spirit. It’s going to be a wonderful day. Check out Forrest’s website.