Bb
Oh my dear one
may you be dreaming deep
in a secret mountain cave of moss and stone.
I lost the thread between us
when I left you
home alone.
The hunting season continued
and I don’t know
if you survived.
When I lost touch
with you, I lost myself.
My thick fur fell away
and exposure
to ice and frightening cold
swirling confusion
has left me numbed,
paralyzed, and barely sane.
On this eve of the first of the year
when a Luminous moon rises round in the night
do listen for the Owls
who will be singing a future for us both…
Know too that
I wrap my arms around you
by way of Tree Roots
who are always crackling underground,
and beg
this dreaming sky orb, our Mother,
to keep us bound as One.
Perhaps
she will even gift me
with a new coat of furry black skin?
I so long to return
to my soul body kin…
Know sweet bear that in the spring
when the first shoots turn green
I will meet you at the brook
if only we have both survived
our present separation.
If you come back to me I will
intone a heartfelt prayer that
after our brief meeting
your journey will
take you due North – far away
from those who would harm…
You must listen dear one:
You must be on your way
as soon as the first berries ripen…
in order to have
a chance to live through another year
as the black bear you are meant to be,
Wild and Free.
I love you Bb.
Working Notes: This year’s full moon falls on January 1 and in the northern part of the country where all black bears hibernate, this first full moon of the year is called the “Little Bear Moon.” Why? Because it is this month that most bears including polar bears and grizzlies and black bears give birth to their unborn… some under tree roots, some on the tundra even under snow, some in caves. Usually two to three tiny cubs are born to a mother who is alert and totally responsive to her young. For more information and videos please google the American Bear Center or WRI in Minnesota.
This invocation is dedicated all bears but especially to the one I love.