The Great Bear II: Trapped in the Earth; Bearing a Ring

Early in the spring of 2010, when I was having considerable trouble with both my health and my finances, I tried meditating to get a message about what the root of my problems were.  I often have difficulty meditating on these topics, perhaps because I am so “close” to them — I feel like I may have some serious blocks or false ideas or strong attachments that prevent me from getting a clear signal.  When I talk to Apollo or my anima about these things, I often get silence, or cryptic answers that make no sense.

Trapped in the Earth

onthanksgivingSomething similar happened this time. I started the meditation up at Apollo’s temple, as I usually do, and as I posed my question, I felt strangely drawn to go down and explore the base of the hill. There is a thin narrow stony path, so steep it is almost a staircase, that leads down on the side towards the Sun Prairie, and I followed it. At the bottom of the hill I found a place where there was a small opening in the earth — something that would have been a cave mouth if it were larger.

I poked my head inside: it was completely dark, and pretty damp and muddy, too. Still, I felt drawn in, so I wedged my body forward and scrabbled at the earth, pulling myself inside. The cave — or hole — was narrow, so that my body felt completely encased. I wiggled forward into the dark.

Suddenly I was hit with powerful claustrophobia — a desperate need to get out as fast as possible. I began to feel like I couldn’t breathe, and had to escape to take a breath. I struggled and pushed and fell back out into the sunshine, gasping.

I felt like I’d hit a dead end: there was something important, even vital, down there in the hill, but I couldn’t get to it because of my claustrophobia. I ended the meditation in frustration.

In light of what happened after, I think this episode shows again how even the most inexplicable events that happen during meditation really are meaningful, and have things to teach us; and the more inexplicable something is, the more tightly bound we are to the attachments and illusions that keep us from seeing the truth.

Hearing the Bear, Bearing a Ring

In early August I went with Ali’s family to Acadia National Park, Maine. Acadia is an important place for her family: they’ve visited it every year for close to a decade, and have gotten to know its nooks and crannies. Ali was excited to show me her favorite walks and hikes, the best little shops and restaurants, and so on. I was a bit distracted because of the engagement ring I had stashed away in my luggage.

Don’t get me wrong: I was excited to be going, and all that. I felt a bit honored, in fact, to be invited along on the family vacation. And Ali already knew all about the ring, and had a hand in choosing the maker, design, and so on (though she hadn’t yet seen it). But still… having something that small and that precious on your person… it tends to concentrate the mind.

So at the earliest opportunity, I decided to divest myself of it. On the morning of the second day, as Ali and I prepared to a hike by ourselves up Mt. Acadia itself, I stashed the ring in my pocket.

The climb wasn’t long or arduous, but I was still recovering from breaking my foot back in February, and was glad to take a bit of a slower pace. The morning was bright and clear and cool, and the mountain slopes were decked with pine and oak and beech, and the trail was littered with great stones carelessly dropped by the glaciers during their hasty exit twenty thousand years earlier. There were no bugs, which made me wonder if we were really in New England, or in some liminal Platonic New England shorn of its earthly imperfections.

At one point the path clambered right up a wall of rock — not too bad, but steep enough to require care. As we approached the top I heard some kind of animal thumping and crashing below us. I turned and looked down, and saw nothing; but the sunlight was bright enough, and the dappled shadows dark enough, that anything could have been hiding down there. Something in the back of my brain whispered bear. It had been a noise characteristic of them. But supposedly the bears avoid Acadia during the summer, because it is so crowded.

In any case we climbed on up, and as we neared the top the beeches disappeared, leaving evergreens and stunted oaks that looked more like bushes. The ground was a mix of bare granite and pine needles. At last we rounded a bend and could look out over the Somes Sound (which has been called the only fjord in America), and see Mt. Acadia’s neighbors: Mt. Saint Sauveur, Mt. Beech, Mt. Norumbega… We could even see Northeast Harbor, the Cranberry Islands, and glimpse the sea. The sun was shining like a thousand prides of lions.

So I turned to Alison and tore my heart out and handed it to her, and I said a few words that didn’t make much sense, and cried some; and she was very gracious about it and even cried a little too (to save me from embarrassment, I’m sure). And when she’d (amazingly) agreed to be my wife, I said “I got you a little something,” and reached in my pocket, and the ring was thankfully still there, and I handed it to her, and it was beautiful, like a waterfall in the mountains, like a ship on the ocean, like her.

(To be continued. Click here for the previous post in this series.)

(Look here for a sneak peek at the ring.)

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Comments

  1. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. The ring is beautiful.

  2. One month ago, today, my husband and I celebrated our 38th Wedding Anniversary. We spent most of the day together just enjoying each others’ company. We are each other’s best friend. We have always pulled together to get through the difficult times, most of which I created while dealing with my incest issues. A sense of humor has kept us both going. Laughter and friendship have been so important to both of us. I wish for you many years together.

  3. That is beautiful, Patricia. Thank you!!

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