Sometimes, I dream that a little cabin in the woods–far, far away from civilization–will somehow help me live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
I’d enjoy simple pleasures: wildflowers and stretches of meadow interrupted only by a lazy cloud or two.
I would rest easy and enjoy all that peace.
It’s wonderful–until of course the bear comes.
He labors towards me like he owns the place.
He stops and stares. He’s small, but I fear he could still make a meal out of me and my small children.
I realize that perhaps little cabins also inevitably come with bears. What I imagine is so wonderful actually holds its particular dangers and challenges.
It’s not all meadows and flowers. It seems lovely, but it comes with bears.
Have you seen a bear in nature? Sublime!