Sunday, April 27, 2014

Z Is For Zero

Zero doesn't only mean it's the end: It's a beginning. It's also a placeholder.

When I started this blogging challenge, I was new to blogging. Even though I had always thought about it and wanted to start a blog, I never found the time or the chance to do it.

I am a zero, because I know that this isn't the end for me: it's the beginning. And although I don't quite know, yet, which direction I'll go with the blog, making it through the challenge is a placeholder until I know what I'm going to do with it.

Zero is also a circle, which brings me full circle in this venture...adventure to be more accurate. It brought me back to writing in my journal, which had been laying there forlorn for too long.  Doing this challenge has kicked up some old dust, ideas that were put on the back burner, and left there.  Writing and playing with these ideas makes me feel like I've come around the loop and can stay the course.

There's a few things I'll be zeroing in on now, while keeping this blog alive. It seems that most blogs are weekly, which is what I'm going to do with this one. We will see what's in store for Bear Legends. I think he's a many faceted bear and is waiting to show you.

Zero on, everyone.  Begin, placehold....the circle is ongoing.



Y Is For Yucca

We had rescued a Yucca tree from the trash. It looked like someone had tired of it and just left it at the dumpsters, still in the pot and soil. It was a bit rainy and cold the day we found it, and we decided to take it home and help it along.

After several weeks we realized it needed new soil. Whoever potted it used a very bad soil: it was hard as rock and almost didn't get it out of the pot. Once we had the Yucca in the new soil, it looked happy and started to green and grow new leaves.

But the leaves would get a few inches long, curl up and die. Every one of them. It went on like this for several months, until we were watering it one day and found a very strange mold on top of the soil, a small line of it a couple of inches long.

When we scooped the mold out it smelled very bad: we knew it was over for the Yucca tree and decided to pull it from the soil.  It was apparent that this Yucca tree was not taken care of properly from its beginning, and no matter what we did, it would not survive.

It was sad, too, not because we like Yucca trees. It's not a plant that I would buy. But to see something like this happen to it was unsettling. It was an indication of how people have lost their connection with nature, and worse, that they don't care.

I'm glad that we tried to save it. I'm glad that it really tried to survive.  Watching it was a testament to the power of nature and, unfortunately, the destructiveness of mankind.


Saturday, April 26, 2014

X Is For Xeric

This is something I wrote a few years ago. While writing it, I had to search for the right word that would, in itself, define and set the mood for the feeling of the piece.  It fit perfectly. So, for the X ....


An Acrostic Farewell

A bout the time you make a
B ee-line for the door, your once
C harasmatic-like ways gone to
D ust, you realize that all your
E fforts in self-glories and justifications
F lail in the wind of your
G ifted excuses and alibis that
H allowed your tongue and
I nstigated your ongoing
J ostling of
K eeping all your
L ies and
M anipulations in proper order
N one of which went without notice
O r observation, your
P leading and begging
Q uiver in the moment that
R ests now on your
S houlders as you
T ry once again to fake
U nderstanding of the
V olatility of this relationship
W hen all that is required is the
X eric atmosphere of
Y our being
Z ealously follows you out that door.


(c) Carolyn (The Bear Paw) Red Bear 2009, all rights reserved







Thursday, April 24, 2014

W Is For Warp

Whenever I hear "warp" I think of a time warp; I think of a scene in an old Star Trek episode when they were stuck in a time warp. After several cycles they discovered that the only way out of the time warp was to act at a very specific time in the warp. If they missed that millisecond of time, they had to cycle through it again, waiting for the right moment to break through. They made several attempts until finally they hit that magic moment of release.

For many years my life was in a holding pattern; a time warp that wouldn't budge or waver no matter what I did. When you're life is like this, you feel more like a robot, just going through the motions that are necessary, even if it's for other people, and trying to figure your way out of it. And you can't get out of the holding pattern when you don't know the way out.

I don't think there is a way out. What I mean is, I don't think it's something we do that releases the holding pattern.  Actually, I think it's a combination of two things: letting the holding pattern run its cycle, AND being ready when the holding pattern lets go. 

It's tough, I know, especially when a holding pattern can take years to give up its grip. Even after any lessons that were to be learned have been instilled in you well.

But there is that moment, that brief almost unseen moment, when it finally does release AND you're ready, even when you don't know that you're ready. Your life seems to have come full circle, yet you've changed, too, and you're left wondering, "What just happened?" Or "Finally! but WTF?" 

I found this meme that sums it up for me.

















It's kind of how I feel about the next letter in this challenge, too.  X

Bear is still hibernating. When he wakes, he'll feel like he just came out of a time warp. 




V Is For Venture

We have ventured out the past couple of days, via my absence from blogging. A day trip was needed away from the routine of things. Our venture took us to a cave which had its beginning in 1848.




















It was discovered by that man who was the captain of the first steamboat on the Lake of Thun. He and three of his sailors went up there to find out what this black hole was that he'd seen every time he was there.

The name of the cave is not attributed to the captain, however. It's attributed to a saint who came from Scotland to the Lake of Thun 12 years after Christ. Saint Beatus was a missionary who had come to Switzerland to evangelize and christianize people with his bible, and lived as hermit in the cave, after which made him a saint. He lived in a hole in the rocks next to the caves, which was for pilgrims, long before the captain found the dark hole. The cave is said to be 350,000 years old.

A lot of walking and a lot of stairs later, we were ready to head home. Here are a couple of pics I made.





This is looking up to the cave from close to the road.


















This is inside the cave. It was much too dark to get good pictures in there.












This is on the outside again.

















Bear was much too tired and hibernated all day.


Monday, April 21, 2014

U Is For Umbra

Umbra is the innermost and darkest part of the three levels of a shadow during a lunar eclipse. It happens when a full moon passes directly behind the earth, and can only happen when the earth, sun and moon are aligned, earth being in the middle.  It is said that an observer in the umbra experiences a total eclipse.

















The moon and I have had our go-rounds for several years now, making me more than an observer of umbra. Living in the darkest times that a life can cast upon you makes you more than an observer or a student of the subject: it makes you; it breaks you; it calms you and twists you; it shifts your awareness and perspective, your consciousness and understanding. In the end, you realize your spirit has went through a total eclipse as you slowly start floating into penumbra, a lighter shade of the same shadow. And you feel the symptoms easing up, and life shifting closer to some kind of normalcy.


















Of course, the things that happen in life do not altogether coincide with an eclipse. Some of them do, and the effects stay with you as they change you and change your life forever: personal eclipses that have had their start in the cosmos.

The moon and I, we've had our go-rounds, for sure, umbra being more than a metaphor for it. I think of it as a phase in this life-cycle, and am feeling it shift now to penumbra.




Sunday, April 20, 2014

T Is For Tunes

Music has always been a part of my life; a big part in my younger years, playing piano, guitar, trumpet, etc., even writing songs, parodying others, and putting my own slant on popular tunes.

For some reason, life took me away from it, leaving mostly just the listening to tunes and that innate desire to create again. Tunes and tones, melodies and harmonies, dance in the background of my never-resting mind as life goes on.

We've been listening to an Irish radio station lately that seems to have recovered some of my yearnings to play music again. There has been some songs that have been begging for a different slant on them. They echo in my mind with no way to fruition, not having anything to play the tunes on.

Or so I thought. I was gifted with a guitar, the giver not aware of the echoes in my mind. It's a sign. No....it's a nudge. Okay, it's a push, and one that I don't want to trip over.

Now to get my fingers in shape again....



Saturday, April 19, 2014

S Is For Sarsaparilla

When we were in Arizona, we whetted our taste buds with Sarsaparilla. At the time the only reference I ever had to it was from the movie, Calamity Jane, when she says, "Make mine a Sarsaparilly!"  When I asked some of the clerks about it, though, they had never heard of the movie.  Strange, coming from this old legendary town.

But it was there in Tombstone that I learned what Sarsaparilla is: it's what they used to use to make Root Beer. No wonder memories of A&W Root Beer Stand came back to me when I tasted it. Root Beer was only best at A&W, even after they started selling it in stores.

What has been learned of the Sarsaparilla comes from Native Americans as they used it for tonics and medicinal purposes.  Most early soft drinks were borrowed directly from American Indians. Another strange thing coming out of a legendary town that doesn't mention Native Americans too much.

And you can't find Sarsaparilla in a "regular" store. A person has to go out of their way to find it. And it's not made natural now, making it as unhealthy as every other soft drink.

I would love to drink the natural Sarsaparilla. Like any thing natural, I can imagine the flavor being more fuller and satisfying.

Can you tell that I'm craving some today?

Make mine a Sarsaparilly!




Friday, April 18, 2014

R Is For Rain Dog

If you don't know what a Rain Dog is, it's a dog that can't find its way home because the rain has washed away its markings.

Tom Waits coined the term on his album called Rain Dogs.

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk
Huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog, too.

It's raining today and I live where everybody has a dog. I wonder of all the markings out there and if it weren't for their humans, if any of them would become a rain dog, too.

I've been in a wine kind of a mood today, maybe because of the dreariness of the day that the cloud cover has brought. I think of all the rains that had come and the markings that I've left in life that would guide me home, having never feeling like I had gotten there yet.

I know that my Rain Dog days are behind me, finally where I belong. So let it rain. I'm going to splash the wine anyway.

To Rain Dogs!



Thursday, April 17, 2014

Q Is For Quote

Okay. I admit it. I am a Quotaholic! I search for quotes, save them, in a word document, till there are so many pages that I start another word document of... quotes. I've printed them out and had them in a small box and in a thick binder for whenever I would ever need those hard to find quotes. I have posted a lot of quotes and made some memes with some of them, something which I still do.

I don't know why I'm a quotaholic. It started in childhood, I'm sure, reading books and listening to stories and leaning in towards the teller who had become important to listen to. And listening to and watching people in general tell stories, and they always did, and not just with words. I think I set out very early in life looking for that perfect quote that would be an epiphany for me; for my family; for others; for humankind, really.

That quote never came to me, although I've found a great many good quotes that have had an impact on me.  Too many to mention here.

But there is one quote that has stayed with me. It didn't give me that epiphany moment, nor did it have anything to do with me personally. The quote is....maybe of a societal nature, I think. Maybe it has stayed with me because I could never find who to attribute it to.

"Fortune weeps for lack of justice."

It's an old quote, and one that stands the test of time: it's still true today. Maybe somebody out there knows who this belongs to. It would be great to know the context from which it was said, and a little biography on the one who said it.

Here is a meme I made. Photo was found in Google Images.


















And Bear likes quotes, too, but he's still into the Peanut Butter cookies. 


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

P Is For Peanut Butter Cookies

Even though I've never been a fan of Peanut Butter, I admit that Peanut Butter cookies are my all-time favorite! I've craved them, and have ate them till I was sick, and quit making them because of that.

I haven't ate a lot of peanut butter in my life. It just wasn't palpable to me. The last couple of years, though, I have taken a liking to peanut butter on celery. I don't get a stomach ache when I eat too much of that.  Not as exciting, but the celery does go well with the peanut butter.  Now I know why kids like it so much.

But I have decided to make some Peanut Butter Cookies. It's been a while, and I'm older now (haha) and I think I can control myself. No, I know I can!  You see, I've made my own peanut butter and although I'm really anticipating the delectable taste and texture of the cookies as they slide across my tongue, I have to keep in mind that it is almost a rarity for me to have peanut butter, and homemade at that; keeping things in perspective so I can enjoy them.

It may not be something important to blog about, but Peanut Butter cookies, for me, are about self control and enjoying the fruits of it.

We're getting ready....


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

O Is For Orion

The stars have always intriqued me, even though I've not studied them at all. I know The Big Dipper: as a child I would lay in the field at night and connect the stars like playing Connect The Dots.

But Orion was never in my awareness. When it finally came to my mental existence, it was only superficial knowledge: a constellation.

What I find interesting is how history and myth have been combined and maybe somewhat confused as the same in the name and use of constellations.

According to Wikipedia, the earliest depiction that has been linked to the constellation of Orion is a prehistoric (Aurignacian) mammoth ivory carving found in a cave in the Ach valley in Germany in 1979. Archaeologists have estimated it to have been fashioned approximately 32,000 to 38,000 years ago.  The distinctive pattern of Orion has been recognized in numerous cultures around the world, and many myths have been associated with it.

The Ojibwa (Chippewa) Native Americans call this constellation Kabibona'kan, the Winter Maker, as its presence in the night sky heralds winter.

To the Lakota Native Americans, Tayamnicankhu (Orion’s Belt) is the spine of a bison. The great rectangle of Orion are the bison's ribs; the Pleiades star cluster in nearby Taurus is the bison’s head; and Sirius in Canis Major, known as Tayamnisinte, is its tail.

In the Northen Hemisphere, Orion is most visible in the evening sky from January to March, in winter.  May–July, Orion is not visible due to the daytime sky.

I don't know yet what importance this focus on Orion is. The word has been floating in my head for a while, popping in at odd times. When this happens, it's usually a prompt or an urging from the universe, or maybe from the stars themselves, to find out why - to get to know it better. There's usually a message in it for me, and something more that I may learn about myself.

There's more to the stars than just their appearance.

Orion as can be seen by the naked eye
by Wikipedia






















Orion with the major stars labeled, also via Wikipedia






















And Bear is thinking about Ursa Major.


Monday, April 14, 2014

N Is For Nautilus

Well I feel like a dummy now as I discover what Nautilus is. I always thought it was a star, some cosmic thing like Ursa Major or The Big Dipper, so I never thought any more about it.

Today, while trying to figure out what word to use for the letter N, I've re-discovered Nautilus and that it comes from the word "sailor" (as in a ship, not a man) and is a deep sea creature which moves through the ocean like a sailing ship.  Although it is related to the octopus, the Nautilus are considered to be "living fossils" for they have lived and remained relatively unchanged for millions of years.

Not far from here are the Jurassic Mountains.  They have found, and continue to find, Nautilus fossils there. I didn't know this till now, but the Jurassic Mountains are the floor of where the Jurassic sea used to be i.e. The Jurassic Age. Because of continental and land mass shifts, the sea disappeared while the mountains rose up in its place.

I have been only to the foot of the Jurassic Mountains, and now it is another place on my list of sites to go to, "up" in them mountains. Wouldn't it be awesome to come home with a Nautilus fossil?

This photo of a Nautilus is taken from Wikipedia.














The Jurassic Mountains stretch across the background in this photo, taken earlier this month.













And Bear was there, too.





Sunday, April 13, 2014

M Is For Mango

Out of all the seeds we've planted this spring, the mango has been the most amazing. We did not plan on planting a mango: it wasn't ever a thought.  We wanted to plant another avocado seed because the ones we planted didn't seem to be growing.  So, somebody, while thinking of avocadoes, seen a special price on them and bought one, but realized on the way home that it was actually a mango!

After doing some research on planting mango seeds, we decided to go for it and see what happens. We wouldn't be out anything if it did not grow because mango is one of my favorite things to eat.

And wow, the mango speed sprouted almost over night, and you could stand there and watch it grow by inches! The leaves grew fast from an saggy, almost transparent red to a full green that they are now, and the leaves raised themselves up as they grew.

Out of anything I've ever planted, it seems the mango would be the most exciting planting project for kids because of the speed in which it sprouts and grows. And kids would love eating the mango first just to get to the seed.

I'm really glad that someone bought the mango. It's amazing just watching it. And we discovered that the avocado we thought wasn't growing has actually taken root and we are now nursing it again. It's in the seed/plant hospital.

I'm wondering, though, how big this mango tree will get.  It may get too big for our small space, but I picture myself sitting in its shade on the balcony one day.



Saturday, April 12, 2014

L Is For Lemon Tree

I'm really enjoying the planting season this year. I haven't done it in so many years I thought I'd forgotten how and that my thumb turned black. Even though I wasn't the best at growing things, I understood the nature of it. But some plants would just die on me. Well...a lot of plants would. Especially flowers.
This year, though, We've taken on a mini adventure in planting again. Mini, because of the small space we have, and also because we're growing only certain things just to see if they will grow.

Lemon tree! That's right. We planted several lemon seeds thinking that if any survived it would only be one... two if we were lucky. We dropped the seeds in some pots and forget about them.

Weeks later, while watering our house plants, what to our surprise, every lemon seed that we planted had sprouted!

Slow growers they are, but they are strong and look to be healthier the more they grow. So much for my black thumb, huh?

But now, what do we do with seven lemon trees?!  :D


Friday, April 11, 2014

K Is For Kilter


Today is one of those days that I feel off kilter. Not knowing what to write for the letter K, Kilter seemed to fit the mood of the day.  There's not much to say about kilter, or feeling off kilter. Sometimes you feel clumsy, or like a clod, anyway. Sometimes your thoughts are so scattered a few lassos couldn't rope them in. Off kilter is one of those times that you just have to lay low and let it pass, even if it takes all day.

Today is Friday and I am waiting for kilter.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

J Is For Just

Just! Just by itself it is a sentence that speaks volumes. As a word it is used just about everywhere, in just about every circumstance, and just about anybody and everything.

Just has become a mere placeholder in daily language. "I'll just put it over here." "That's just about right." "I heard it just now." "Just in case."  It's said so often that we don't really know what we are really saying when we say it.

The dictionary defines Just: guided by truth, reason, justice, and fairness. It actually comes from the Latin word justus righteous, equivalent to jus law, right.

So what are we really saying when we say, "I'll just put it over here."? Are we saying that it's fair or righteous that we put it over here? When we say, "That's just about right.", are we saying that just is almost right or that right is almost just?

I like the sound and the implications of the word Just.  It is complete, especially when you know what the word means.


Just so you know, it's not just a filler-word to me.  It's an answer that begs no questions, a statement that covers all.



Wednesday, April 9, 2014

I Is For Inflections and Intones

I'm thinking how people use the way they talk to influence others. By using inflections and intones, they influence, persuade, cover up, and make you believe what they are saying, even when it is opposite of what they are doing. We are taught this in speech class, but the real learning is through experience, from the people we meet and the people who have been in our lives.

It's a case of "actions speak louder than words" when you see a pattern in all their inflections and intones and nothing to show for it in the end, except usury and deception, and their own self-satisfaction of getting away with it.

There is no intellect in this: it's a low-level energy which only shows the persons true character and nothing more.

Oh, and it makes for great story-telling! What legends can be told ...



Tuesday, April 8, 2014

H Is For Harmony

When I was growing up, whether I was singing or playing an instrument, I would be doing the harmony. I was always amazed at how complete and full harmony made the song. It didn't take long for me to realize the importance of it.  It made me listen to the melody, every note, every bar, every forte', so I could fit the perfect harmonic note in at the perfect time.  It really was the support for the melody.  Harmony was what I was good at.

It wasn't until later in life that I realized just how ironic harmony had become in life.  I started noticing how I listened to people for that right word, or that right moment, or that right feeling; giving and helping and covering for them.  In all areas of my life, I started to see how I was more supporting of everyone and everything: I had become harmony.

What I didn't notice was the fading of melody in my life. Slowly it crept out of existence and I found myself harmonizing to what I thought was melody, or maybe the memory of it, to nothing. Some things happen to make you see the lack of balance in your life, and without melody, harmony is just an undertone, with no direction.

It's okay to be harmony, to be supportive and sacrifice for others in need.  But we have to be careful not to do it so blindly that we lose ourselves and lose the melody of our spirits.  Melody will return when we bring balance back in our lives. And when melody returns, you can sit back and enjoy the harmony of it all. It will be complete and full when it does.




Monday, April 7, 2014

G Is For Gesture

I've been reading about gestures lately; psychological gestures to be exact.  It's an acting tool developed by the great Russian actor, director and teacher, Michael Chekhov. Psychological Gesture (PG) is a physical expression of the thoughts, feelings and desires of the character, incorporated into one movement, little movements like wiping of the nose, scratching the head, or putting a hand in front of your face when you yawn, that reveals your attitude and what you're thinking.
 
This is a great tool for the writer as well when developing and writing their characters expressions and thoughts. It doesn't have to be "he said, she said". The psychological gesture, in acting, in writing, and in real life, is the core of and revelation of "character". It defines the truth of who we and our characters really are.

Become an observer and watch the gestures. Write them as an actor would act them. Gesture is everywhere, in everyone, always. What great characters are hiding behind gestures?!



Sunday, April 6, 2014

F Is For Fable

How many people live in their own fable? are we even aware that's what we're doing? Whether it's something we've told ourselves, or something someone else has told us, or something from our childhoods that we were led to believe, are we aware of the impact that fable has on our lives?

I think about the lies we tell ourselves just to get through the day, or to the next moment, and the lies I've lived, most unknowingly. There's a lot of food for fodder in our lives that can be used for good storytelling. A fabled life is a Fabelhaft (perfect) life for it.



Saturday, April 5, 2014

E Is For Emptiness




There is an emptiness in
every beginning
a void that
echoes to the
lights and the
heights of an
open door or
the ray of
sun streaming through
the hollowness.

In every new start there
is an emptiness that
holds on and
lets go
pulls and it
pushes till the
new beginning has
fulfilled its own
hope.

(c)Carolyn (The Bear Paw) Red Bear 2014, all rights reserved

Thoughts on new beginnings...




Friday, April 4, 2014

D Is For Decent

D Is For Decent

Back in high school it was the thing to say: Decent, with accent and length on the "de". DEcent had become the acceptable response for everything.

“What class do you have next?”
“Math with Mr. Lapp.”
“DEcent!”

“Are you going to the game tonight?”
“No, mom won't let me go.”
“DEcent!”

“I have to wear glasses now. Do you like them?”
“You look like you have bug eyes!”
“DEcent!”

Good, bad, or ugly, DEcent ruled the climate of the students, and the faculty quickly picked it up and joined in by making T-shirts and sweatshirts with DEcent printed on it for all the students. I can still see the history teacher's smirking when we'd wear the shirts...on test day. We knew that most of us would fail the test for lack of studying, and the teacher knew it, too. But it was DEcent; we knew the boundaries as well as the teacher.

I had sworn to always keep that shirt. Black with yellow letters which accented DEcent even more. But alas, like all childhood clothing, it slowly faded and disappeared into the ambiance of the past.

I think about those days now and how that one word changed the outlook of the students, 9th through 12th grades, and the faculty, one word that made us feel acceptable no matter what walk of life or what side of the tracks you were from, and encouraged us no matter how bad we had it or thought we had it.

I think we need more DEcent today, even more than we did then.


Thursday, April 3, 2014

C Is For Compost

During a course I had taken through Julia Cameron's Artist's Way, I had started a journal, and I thought it really clever that I titled it, Compost, as it was my dumping ground every morning.  It helped, too, that the color of the journal is green.

Since then I have moved and while unpacking, I found an old journal, old as in 13 years old. It's a red colored composition notebook, really. I remember not really liking it as something to write in, or to keep a journal with; it just didn't feel like that to me.

Guess what I had titled it? Yep... Compost! I did a small double-take, thinking that my Compost title wasn't so clever after all.  I paged through the red covered notebook, comparing it to the recent green journal.
The red notebook was only an attempt at keeping a journal. Key word being "attempt" because it was just some daily exercises from the writing group I was in at the time, nothing real significant for it to be called compost. I think I was just trying to dump, not really knowing how, or maybe too private of a person, and/or just too scared.  One-fourth of the notebooks pages were left blank.

The green Compost journal, however, was a fulfillment, not just for Julia Cameron's course, but for my own being. Leafing through it, I seen a world of difference, the green one filled to the last page with the dumpings that compost is made of; daily scraps that didn't need to be part of my day as I let them go on the page each morning. A different world, indeed!

I wondered at the difference between the two journals, after getting over the not-so-clever title. There was compost to be dumped 13 years ago. It just took some guidance (encouragement).  Julia Cameron never called it compost, but the effect was life-changing.

I'm going to start composting again.

And Bear says, “Because it's about time, again!”




Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B Is For Because

B Is For Because

I like Because. It gives me a sense of justice, an answer that doesn't have or require further explanation. Why does two plus two equal 4? Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west? Why did they invent toilet paper? Why do bears hibernate?  Questions that require only one answer: Because!

When I was homeschooling my children I would ask them the normal teacher questions, when one day I heard them echoing what I used to answer in school. “Because!” And they said it with the same tone and conviction I had; like “You should already know” or “Duh” gesturing with a slight wave of their hands.  And I caught myself answering the same way my teachers would: “Because is not a complete sentence!” Well, yes it IS a complete sentence! It transcends generations and all the rules of grammar. Because is its own justice.

So, that's why I'm doing this blogging thing. Because! (slightly waving hand at myself) It is the answer of itself, and because of its own integrity it will reveal more of the answer the further I go. Because is sufficient unto itself.

Okay, so here is a picture of my bear. He's been with me for quite some time now. He's attached to my backbag and goes wherever I go. See him? He's enjoying the spring view and getting ready to share what legends we've come across; as soon as I get a handle on my blog.

And well... you know... just.... because!


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Is For About

A is for About.

As in, "It's About time". For a few years now I've been thinking about blogging, but...well, let's just say that life gets in the way sometimes of our going ons, taking us on a roundabout that, if we've never been in one, we don't know how to get out of. The size of the roundabout, too, is part of the About equation, determining the intensity and swiftness that defines us and what life is about.

About that! I've been sitting here trying to figure out what to blog about, what my theme should be, etc.  For a beginning blogger, I think I'm just going to ease into this and not choose a theme, as life has so many different colors about it. And the way life is, I'd choose a theme, then life would change it, impromptu!

And about that, too! Impromptu. This is why Misc. may fit the theme best.

And what about Bear Legends? Since this is my name, and Bear Paths seems mediocre at best, wait around a bit; I'm sure hibernation time is coming to an end and Bear will write about the events and people, and words, and non-words (a lot of non-words put into words) that made her life about just that: Life.