And Sometimes the Bear Gets You

p>I've been favoring a sore foot this past week, oneaffections. I stood apart and smiled, watching her like a
of those mystery pains that come along, bothers youhawk so we wouldn't get tossed out for some
awhile and then, one day, it's gone. The odd thing isinfraction of the rules.
that I can trace its start to the day when I returnedEventually, as the night wore on, things loosened up a
home from an overnight trip to the desert to observebit, and I was invited to sit with an Indian couple who
and participate in an Indian ceremony over Labor Day.Jazz had befriended. I was even offered some
Labor Day weekend has special meaning for me, astobacco, which I was happy to accept, from "White
my father passed away on that day some fourteenCloud" - the woman who offered explanations of
years ago, and so I feel it coming, the end of summer,what was happening within the inner circle.
the passing of yet another year that he departed thisChildren played around the outside of the ring, and
earth; a time of remembering, a time to honor his life,were scolded to stay off the trail of tobacco that
and a time to take stock of all that has happened in hisencircled it, keeping the bear spirits from escaping and
absence.causing untold havoc in the camp.
This year, a friend from work invited me to a ritualAfter several hours, the dancers took a break and
honoring the Bear spirit energy; in Indian lore, the bearwould reconvene at midnight for healing, more
signifies the healer energies. It seemed appropriate,drumming and dancing, encouraging the bear spirits to
since I have been working as a healer (Reiki, a form ofbring healing to the camp, and its petitioners. I returned
hands-on healing) for many years and have been bothto my campsite, which was my SUV that I had
a student and teacher in the healing arts.outfitted with sleeping pads and blanket, just room
Since my youngest child left for school, my onlyenough for me and my Jazz. I knew I couldn't enter the
responsibility is for my dog that was welcome tocircle with my dog, and she wouldn't stay quiet waiting
accompany me, I was told. The three-day weekendin the car. We made our best attempt to sleep while
lay before me with no other pressing plans and nothingthe drone and rhythm of the drumming and chanting
to look forward to but a crushing heat wave. Ancarried through the night air all night long.
adven-ture to the desert, a night under the clearMy dreams were filled with strange pictures and sleep
star-filled night sounded like the perfect opportunity towas sporadic, so the layers between dream and
break out of my comfort zone and experience thewake were difficult to separate. Indians danced in my
rhythms of the universe.dreams in mountains as well as in the tribal ring, not 100
Waiting until the heat of the day passed, I left myyards from where I lay. Jazz was fitful in her sleep,
house for the two hour trip and headed north, followingtoo, on guard against coyotes or critters that crept up
the ocean's cooler temperatures before turningin the darkness, only their smell alerting her sensitive
eastward to head over the mountain range and intonose.
the desert. I watched the car's thermometer pass theThe pulsating drumming finally died down just before
100 degree mark, thankful for the air conditioner thatdaybreak and I slept a light sleep till dawn. The early
struggled to keep the car cool.morning sun woke me, and we headed out for a walk
It was past 6 P.M. before I found the camp grounds,while the camp ground slept late, exhausted and spent
nestled deep in a long canyon, some eight miles off thefrom the long night's vigil. Jazz was free to run and
main highway down a gravel road. A sign posted atchase bunnies in the desert expanse, no other dogs
the entrance stated its Indian heritage, under whichwere roaming that early and the coyotes had all run
was written "No Dogs, No Alcohol, and No Drugs".for cover in the light of the day.
The beer in my cooler could be easily avoided, but notI had missed the healing ceremony, but I wasn't sorry. I
my bouncy, 65 pound boxer. And a return trip over ahad a glorious hike in the early morning, watching the
winding mountain pass didn't seem a likely option either.colors glow in the rising sun without another person in
I drove in, looking for my friend's RV amongst thesight for miles. When I returned, campers were slowly
many campers. I discovered it without too much effort,emerging, preparing to go into the huts for purifying
but it was vacant. The people had all gathered in asweats. None of the Indians I saw in the morning
central dining area where a long line formed from theshowed much more than a brief grunt of
kitchen facilities. My friend met me, his baby in arm andacknowledgment in my direction. I was the white
filled a plate of food for me, though, with my dog inwoman who had brought the dog.
tow, I'd have to eat outside. A table filled with familyMy friends were still buried in their RV as I emptied
and friends allowed me to sit with them, though nonewater from my ice chest, reloaded it into my car and
greeted or spoke to me. Only the children rushed up todrove slowly out. It would be baking hot soon and I
meet my wriggling social dog, curious to know hercould beat the heat home and be sitting in my pool by
name and her breed and anything else they couldnoon if I wanted.
discover.Jazz was quiet coming home. She knew there were
Before I had finished my food, an Indian elder came tomiles of winding roads and settled in for the duration.
advise me that I would have to put my dog on a leash,Traffic was non-existent as we sped home. The
scowling at me for bringing in a nuisance. I quicklyfarther I drove from the campground, the stuffier
stood to leave, though the dog was surrounded bybecame my head, until it was possible to breathe only
kids anxious to play, patting her and generally making athrough my mouth. Over the mountains and down into
fuss of her, while she lapped their faces and madethe village I drove, stopping briefly on the roadside for
friends where I couldn't.water and a stretch, feeling light headed and woozy,
We walked back to my car, several of the local dogsprobably from heat.
stalking her and circling her as if to move in for anMade it home in record time, emptied my car and
attack. I shooed them away, but they followed closely,collapsed in the cool darkness of my bedroom with
watching our every move as if to say we'd betterthe air conditioner running on high all day, not to emerge
watch our steps or else. The dogs seemed to pick upfrom my cocoon. The whole day left me drained and
the adults' attitudes towards me, tolerant, but notsickly, Jazz stayed with me, snoozing peacefully on
happy about our presence. I leashed my dog for hermy bed, both of us just catching up from the odd night
own safety as well as to keep the Indian elders fromin the desert.
going on the warpath.When I returned to my office after the weekend, my
The couple who owned the property later met mefriend who had invited me told me that the ring of
and explained their position, that in the past dogs hadprotection had been broken in the night. Bear spirits
bitten some of the children, and they didn't want tohad escaped and many people were met with various
have any of those incidents. I understood, nodded incatastrophes, some greater than others. He had
agreement. It was already quite obvious that my dogsuffered a break-down in his RV just a few miles
was not mean to children, or anyone else, but thatfrom his home, and was forced to have it towed.
wasn't the point. Rudy, the Indian man, a Bear spiritThe gremlin of a bear spirit had jumped into my body
himself, took to my dog, and "Jazz" to him so muchand refused to let me go for the whole next week,
that he decided my dog would be welcome at theclinging on to the side of my right foot. I could walk on
ceremony, but that we should stay toward the backit, but each step was painful. A call to my go-to guy, a
so as not to bother anyone. He offered me ancrow in the Indian spirit world told me to soak my foot
opportunity to come into the circle and have a healingin the pool while pointing to the North Star to help to
when they beat the drums for the bear spirits torelease it, better yet, go to the ocean and let the bear
emerge late in the evening.swim free. The ocean did coax the bear from my
Throughout the long evening of drumming, dancing,foot.
chanting and conjuring spirits, we stayed a respectfulI didn't receive any messages from my father over the
distance back, observing with a kind of wide-eyedweekend, and I didn't get any special healing. I did come
wonder, like kids watching their first magic show. Jazzaway with an appreciation for my own beliefs...that
every bit as curious and drawn in as I. An elder circledwhatever healing I need may come my way as
round a few times, making sure we stayed out of theirneeded, through the spirit of He who heals all: Jesus. I
ring, and scouting for cameras that may be recordingpray that the bear spirits who were loosened upon
the ceremony.that desert night found their rightful place within this
Jazz roamed to the end of her leash, introducinggreat universe of ours, reaching the ones in need.
herself to anyone within its reach as only a dog canPerhaps the bear who got me was a gentle reminder
do, licking faces and generally inserting herself into theirthat I shouldn't step foot on a path not my own.