Not Just Another Blogophilia Write; The 3 Bears in the Magic Wood, Are we There yet? Part four

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Are We There Yet?

No one is ever going to believe this, I wonder if I would even dare to try and tell this if I ever get the opportunity. With my head lowered, I was clinging to the back of a Polar Bear of all things, holding tightly to a puppy who appeared quite content while the world seemed to fly by in a swirl of colors.

Why me? How is it I always seem to find myself in situations such as this? A Polar Bear. Polar Bears are not native to the Wood. Not just any Polar Bear, this one seems to be able to break all known and some unknown land speed records. Where in all that is magical, were we going? With my head down in hopes of preventing being slapped by branches or innocent insects I had no idea where we even were. For all I knew we could have left the Wood.

Slowly and carefully I turned my head to try and see if I recognized anything. The path the bear was following was familiar. I knew where this lead if he followed it logically, but I was on a Polar Bear, holding a puppy, there was no logic here.

 Suddenly the bear began to slow, finally its pace was a normal walk. Like one strolling along a green way enjoying their surroundings.  What was up with this? Sitting up I looked around, it figured. The bear had left the trail and was ambling aimlessly through the Wood.

“Where are we going?” I asked, hoping for an answer from someone. Whether it was the bear, the missing dragonfly or that disembodied voice that shows up from time to time.The bear turned its head and looked back at me, “Somewhere special”

.”But the whole Wood is special.”

That darn grin again from a bear, “Okay, somewhere extra special.”

“How far is it?”

“Not far” and with that, the bear turned away and ambled on along. No hurry now, just a slow, a snail could move faster pace.

“How far is not far?” I asked, a bear who was obviously no longer listening.

“We’re about half way.” came a smallish voice.I looked down at the puppy stretched out comfortably on my arm who was, yes, also grinning. And apparently talking.

“Oh now aren’t you the Joker.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, besides, isn’t that what you usually tell everyone who asks as you hike the mountain?”

How in all that is magic, would this puppy know that? Looking away from the puppy I asked the bear, “Are we there yet?”

“Nope,” came the response, “enjoy the view, we’ll get there when it is meant for us to arrive.”

Enjoy the view he says. I’ve walked these woods all my life, I know the view. Yet when I looked up I was surprised. This was different. The blue of the sky seemed to be reaching down and in a magical grasp have joined with the creeks. As we walked, we passed through the joining, but remained dry. I looked back at what looked for all the world to be a curtain of water, but, we were dry.

Turning back to face forward I looked at where the path turned toward the right. As we made our way around the curve, along the sides, what should have been a bare hillside was covered in bright yellow flowers. “Did the sun cry and its tears create these?”

The puppy giggled but the bear shrugged. Help me I had no idea a bear could shrug. 

As the path took an upward slope I held tighter to its fur. This adventure was growing more odd by the moment. I knew this hill though, or I thought I did. Of course I also thought I knew the path, but the path I knew was not lined by flowers. Topping the hill the bear stopped. I glanced over the bear’s shoulder and looked beyond.

Before us, was a pond that wasn’t small, but couldn’t actually be considered large. The fact it was there, when it shouldn’t be wasn’t so much the surprise. What was odd, was it was purple. Water isn’t purple. But then, the sky doesn’t meet the creeks and flowers don’t grow from drops of sun, I mean sure, purple. Why not? 

As I looked at the pond, the bear began walking again. Taking careful steps down the hillside and toward the purple watered pond. Why did the sky not reach down to this? Oh, wait, this was purple, not blue. As the bear walked, the puppy had moved and was resting on the top of the bear’s head watching the landscape passing. What seemed strange, maybe stranger as all of this was strange, was that the pond never seemed to get any closer no matter how long we walked. The bear was moving, trees were being passed, the ground changed under foot. Yet the pond never got closer. It stayed just within sight, but just out of reach. And still the bear walked.

“Are we there….. yet?” the words slipped out unbidden.The bear and the puppy ignored me. After a few minutes I saw the dragonfly suddenly appear before me. “Remember, adventure…and lessons.” and then was gone.

What on earth kind of lessons could I possibly be learning riding on the back of a Polar Bear with puppy, who both talk only when they want to, and no matter how long we keep walking we get nowhere? This is beginning to make me feel like an odd brick in a wall. Misplaced and not fitting in.  Patience. The realization came suddenly. I was being taught patience. But why?

The puppy turned and as if it had heard my thoughts, spoke, “that, is the adventure.”

the photo which is part of the challenge. Guess the secret phrase.

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