Our little black bear.
The image of this sweet confused young bear’s face is burned into my mind. A week ago, we raised the deck door window shade, and much to our surprise and delight, there she was – sitting sideways under the pine tree, looking back at us with as much surprise and confusion as we at her. We shared a few quiet moments before she ably lumbered over the fence into our neighbors’ yard.
We excitedly followed her progress over the next day, hearing that the DOW was going to let her find her way back to the mountains as long as she didn’t become a nuisance. And then we got the news that 3 overzealous men from the DOW had shot her full of tranquilizers, causing her to fall out of a neighborhood tree, ultimately dying from her injuries.
What to do with that news? So much anger, sadness and helplessness. I cried a lot. I keep seeing that sweet inquisitive face, and wondering why people have to be so hurtful and well, stupid.
Bear Medicine: Introspection
I kept thinking about this bear visit all week, and the gift she brought us. It slowed me down from the usual daily race, and helped me remember that with all the crazy things going on in the world that we encounter, the only thing we truly can control are our individual reactions to the craziness.
I also started re-developing some focus again on myself, on routines that are healthful for my own body, mind, and spirit. Thanks to my bear visit, I’ve been awakened from the trance yet again.
Ducks on the Long Arm machine.
What’s on the Long Arm Machine?
One of the routines I’ve been redeveloping this past week is to get into the studio and do some art each day, even if it’s only for a short while. I had forgotten how much of a stress relief it is for me to have that daily meditative time, creating my art.
I’ve been focused on finishing a piece I started several months ago. I finished constructing the top (pieced and appliqued fabrics which I hand-dyed and screen-printed) awhile ago and now am adding the drawing/stitching on the long arm.
The idea for this piece came from one of my vivid night dreams. As I’ve worked to turn that dream image into a physical work of art, it has become a bold and graphic representation of how I felt in that dream.
Reconnecting with this piece, spending a little time each night in the studio working to finish it has helped me get back into a meditative rhythm not only with my art, but with myself.
Ducks getting stitched on the long arm.