Spirit of the Great Northern Forest
#2 - My Bones Remember
After sitting for five hours in the forest on
a steep bank
above the salmon pool and seeing no white bears, we're back on board
the sail boat preparing to motor to a safer anchorage for the night.
As we struggle to get out of our rain gear, I hear our skipper yell
from his bridge: "White bear, white bear, white bear on
beach."
I think this is a cruel joke after waiting five
hours. . .But no-he's cut the engine.
Someone else begins yelling, " Oh my God, oh my god."
And then. . .then I see it. A big one-a
really big one ambling along the pebbly beach right near where we ourselves
had emerged from the forest not long before. Like a lightning bolt,
its bearness clarifies my bones. . .I laugh, I cry, I jump up and down
with jubilation beyond words, beyond control. I don't understand the
depth of my response. It
simply is
and I fall in love with wonder.
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