So here I am, 124kms into my 130 kms cycle from Vancouver to Whistler, my legs feeling as if they were done, and I was digging deep to find another gear to just finish out the ride when out of the corner of my eye I could see a bear cub about 20 feet away on the edge of the road. He was edging his way out onto the highway between the concrete girders, and although I couldn’t see her, I was sure his mummy wasn’t far behind.
OMG, I was moving so slow up my final hill into whistler, I felt like I was serving myself up on a silver platter for this cub and his mummy. I did a quick shoulder check to ensure no cars were coming (and fortunately the lane was clear) and I managed to find a gear in my legs that I would have told you was absolutely not possible.
I am a chicken liver city girl, who has always had an immense fear of bears, and yet I still focus on the fear and I continue to attract their presence. I hear Carl Jung’s quote looping in my head, “what you resist will persist”. I understand this intellectually and still I find the fear consumes me.
The bear in the native medicine beliefs is about the power of introspection. It is said that bear seeks honey, or the sweetness of truth. To accomplish the goals and dreams that we carry, the art of introspection is necessary. If we choose to believe that there are many questions to life, we must also believe that the answers to these questions reside within us.
I realized on this ride, once again, that I have more within me than I give myself credit for, but it takes moments like my perceived encounter with this bear to enter the silence so that my goals may become concrete realities.
Where do you need to give yourself the gift of introspection to access your wisdom at this time?
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So here I am, 124kms into my 130 kms cycle from Vancouver to Whistler, my legs feeling as if they were done, and I was digging deep to find another gear...