Hello to all my friends in cyberspace! I wanted to apologize for not being around lately.
You see, I’m in the middle of a Walkabout.
It is a bit different this year since we are confronted with COVID-19. Social distancing, per se, has not changed in my wilderness hikes, but it has definitely shaped travel and I do miss out on the human contact and story exchanges that I would normally have at the end of the day in some public forum.
I’m changing locations more frequently this year too.
Less of a base camp and more of an eternal romp.
I’ve also been in many places where I’ve had no connectivity. Being unplugged does have some nice advantages. For one, I’ve not missed all of the hateful commentary perfusing the Net. I’ve also been able to meditate easier, although one can travel internally too far if one is not careful.
I’ll write that story later and tell about how Mother Earth dramatically called my attention to it and how I needed to be “grounded.” Still healing . . .
On a metaphysical level, for the past couple of years, the Bear has been visiting me in various forms. And this continues with a new materialization this season. I’ve recently been blessed with watching some Elephant Seals and I discovered that Marine Mammals, known as “Pinnipeds,” or the “Fin-Footed Ones,” all descend from a common Ancestor called “Enaliarctos.”
Which means “Bear of the Sea.”
It had Bear-like teeth and used flippers to swim.
Apparently the Spanish settlers in California called Pinnipeds “Lobos Marinos.” Or, “Sea Wolfs.”
So comparisons to land mammals is how we land creatures relate. At least we recognized the power of these mighty apex predators.
Whatever you wish to call them, they are amazing. Breathing and breeding on land, spending months in motion amongst the waves on the hunt, and being able to withstand the ocean’s crushing pressures for extended periods. Quite the adaptations.
Us Two-Leggeds might learn a thing or two from these guys.
So anyway, I am crafting stories in my head as I go, but it will be a little while before I get them on “paper.”
Please don’t disappear or give up on me. I will return . . .
Photo: The Pale Evening Primrose. I encountered these beauties in the bottom of the Grand Canyon. They are armed with very sharp thorns. The Beauty and the Beast 🙂