the year of the bear

i've seen four bears this year in my travels. one, a huge, hairy, ass running from my car as i trundled toward a trailhead; two, another enormous bottom high-tailing it uphill from my dog on a hike; three, a sleepy-eyed baby munching on berries alongside the trail; and four, a lanky streetwise night stalker looking to empty dumpsters in estes park. each sighting was a thrill to my senses, a chance to tap into the depth and power of the bear totem, the wilderness, and my own inner self.

i have proclaimed it the year of the bear.

so you would imagine that i was disappointed when i walked 26 miles through the rocky mountain national park and saw nothing of bears. no scat, no tracks, not even a sign warning that hikers beware. it was not that we did not think on bears whilst out there. we carried the correct precautionary gear (BEARVAULT 500v!), did the requisite 70 paces for cooking and storage, and made sure we did not hike in absolute silence (though that would be nearly impossible for mandi and i). with bears on the mind one might think we would at the least see something to indicate that bears were out there - but alas. mandi was pretty glad not to have an encounter, but i left the woods wishing for just a glimpse of my spiritual brethren.

and i came out to no calls about jobs.

once again this is something on my mind. each day i comb the websites...craigslist, higheredjobs.com, college human resource sites, NASPA...you name it. i tweak and change and retweak my resume, write cover letters like joss whedon writes fantasy stories, and meticulously package and email off application after application. for the moment i am coming up an empty inbox and indicators for carpal tunnel.

if this is the year of the bear, what the hell is going on?

i could blame the economy, my own naivete, my insistence on returning to student affairs after a four year sabbatical, or my ability to bullheadedly burrow myself into things without thought of the endgame, but in the end i think it's more like my insistent search for bears. the bears i saw this year had their own agenda, i just ended up in the right place at the right time and boom - furry, fearsome, goodness. i found these bears with no expectation. they were a gift from nature.

it's not to say that i did nothing to end up with these sightings. i still had to get to the mountains, walk the trails, look the right direction, and SEE. however, i did not go out expecting to find bears, just to have an experience, however that might unfold. it's like finally deciding you are no longer going to search for love and then meeting THE ONE the following day. my job search must include all the essentials for finding my bear - i need to get out, go to the mountains, take a walk and SEE - but i can't rush it, can't push it, and certainly can't conjure something from nothing.

walk, breathe, experience, look, SEE.

it's still the year of the bear. i've seen more this year than i have total in my life. i imagine i'll see more if i let go. i suppose it's time to include that philosophy into other aspects of my life, hard as that might be.

it's the year of the bear - little ones included.