I have an interesting story – and this is happening to me now. My last post there was from a few years ago. Still digesting all of the work I’ve done. This is a story about how Bear has come to me.
First – I am terrified of bears. Mortally – like a phobia. Not sure why or when that happened. I grew up in a small town in the mountains. We were surrounded by bears. I don’t remember ever being overly afraid of them. I was more afraid of dogs – because they bite. And I was bitten a few times. Bears? You just keep away from them basically.
But as an adult I have this fear. It could be because of this crazy documentary I saw about this bear biologist who got eaten by a grizzly – what was it called? Oh yeah! Grizzly Man by Werner Herzog. Ak! That movie warped my brain. I hadn’t realized that bears actually eat people. Occasionally. Then there are stories in the paper here and there (where I live anyways) about black bear maulings or that time that couple up in the Kootenays ran into a grizzly in the forest and it tried to eat the guy’s head? Oh I know about those bears, they’ll getcha.