The night I drove into the prairie, I thought I saw a bear slam into the window of the car, even though there are no bears in Iowa. But if there were, and if she had, would I have known why? Would she have carried a message, a symbol, a meaning, in her bared fangs and crescent moon claws? Would I have jumped at the thud of the weight of all her hibernations, startled at the coarse fur and strings of saliva smeared like a threat against the pane, and suddenly known the reason for all of this?
Haven’t for awhile but your bear-talk reminded me of when I was pregnant with my twins and I kept having the same dream: I was the bear. My babes little cubs that followed me as I protected them. So, a thought for this wintry morn: let’s be the bear? ❤️🙏🏼
My car’s dashboard is an altar and my garage is a church.
My car is where I can be myself - and use language that would make a sailor blush and not feel guilty about offending anyone....
Yup, definitely do! There's nothing quite like an unhinged car scream session.
I cry in the shower.
Definitely.
I have, certainly.
Absolutely.
I have an hour drive to and from work and often find that is the best time to cry, scream or sit in solitude!
It isn't just you and also, I have the same pullover and it is wonderful.
Haven’t for awhile but your bear-talk reminded me of when I was pregnant with my twins and I kept having the same dream: I was the bear. My babes little cubs that followed me as I protected them. So, a thought for this wintry morn: let’s be the bear? ❤️🙏🏼
Love this. Do it often. 💚
No, it’s not just you, Shannon. Sometimes it’s even OK to despair and swear at God. God gets it. Thanks for your vulnerability.
Yes, for sure. But if I can get to the woods, I do. Prairies don’t do it quite as well for this Michigan gal. :)
Yes. Yes I have.