A man's choices, living out of his true story, impact others. A wildness within, a redemptive wildness, goes with us, contributes to the larger hopes, the bigger picture. A sacred wildness, flowing like Rolling Creek, a real place. Real, like you, me, us, the community we embrace.
Scientists have researched Black Holes, in outer space, for many years – – – obviously. Now, there is reason to believe that there are Black Holes on our planet; not only on our planet but right here in the Rocky Mountains. That explains my (outer) garage. I had wondered many times about my (outer) garage, whether or not it was an actual Black Hole. It might be, but there are some characteristics about my (outer) garage-Black-Hole that don’t really fit the conventional Black Holes in space.
One difference: I actually conquered the daunting chaos in my (outer) garage about three months ago.
Another difference: with Black Holes in space, once you go in, you never come out (I think that is right).
Regardless of my victory over the (outer) garage, I have a sobering update. My garage is now lost, swallowed up by the Black Hole. Why? I am appreciative that you asked, my friends. My garage is lost, submerged in chaos, because we have projects (approximately 550), and whenever we are finished with a project we take our tools, materials, boxes, and place them … where? … in our (outer) garage. I was quite pleased with my progress when I conquered my (outer) garage. I made shelves of different sizes, storage areas for hardware, a place to store our tarps (hanging from the ceiling). I almost called Better Home and Gardens to have them come and do a story on my (outer) garage. But I came to my senses, and considered that irrational thought is not all that it is cracked up to be.
I gazed into my garage with a mixture of shock, grief, and confusion, and asked myself:
did all the space go,
from my outer garage?”
And then I realized, after looking at two words I chose in my question: 1) “outer”, and 2) “space”. Outer Space. That is where my garage space went. Outer Space. Chances are, it is in some Black Hole.
Artist’s impression of the surroundings of the supermassive black hole in NGC 3783
I could assume that I am the only wilderman and / or blogger that gets behind on his / her posts. What happens is … I start a post, don’t finish it, save it as a draft … and then about a week later, or a month later, I return to finish the draft. BUMMER. By then, the post is no longer recent. Such is the case with the story below. This post was supposed to go out (probably) a month ago.
Sky News did a story on a bear, a black bear, a black bear that had encountered a “bucket”, and this bucket became fastened to the bear’s head. The Daily Mail also covered the story, all the way from London. Note: the bucket was not a typical metal bucket: it was a rubber air bag normally used to cushion tractor trailers. From a distance, it looks like a canvas bag. There was a small opening in the end of the bucket, where the bear had been able to make into a bigger opening, and was able to feed itself.
From Sky News: http://news.sky.com/story/1329508/watch-bucket-bear-is-freed-by-brave-group:
My paraphrase, from the Sky News article, is that this bear in Pennsylvania was freed from the bucket on its head, by a group of brave volunteers. You can see a small video at the website above … If not there, then google Bear Bucket Images.
The Patriot News identified the hero-types as Dean Hornberger and girlfriend Samantha Eigenbrod who planned, and carried out, the rescue with other fearless volunteers. Samantha (Eigenbrod) handledthe video piece while the others tackled the bear down, pulled the bucket off, and used a saw to cut through the bucket. Mission completed, the bear made a run for it, undoubtedly in a much better “head-space”. At this time, there has been no contact with, or comments from, the bear. Some believe that the bear has gone into hiding. I cannot fully grasp the frustration he had to bear (pun). Since I have ran out of space, and time, I will have to delay my thoughts about the legends of “Bear-Man”. Some say that Bear Man is actually “Bigfoot”. However, Bigfoot has a smaller head, and also stays away from buckets., But, again: that is a different story.
The image below was taken on Friday, September 13th. Some of you have already seen this image. You might have to expand the picture to make it worth your while. This first snow started happening around Midnight, between the 12th and the 13th. I was doing some work that led me late into the night and early morning. That’s when I noticed.
But the whiteness was not that noticeable until after Midnight. As you can see, it is but a “dusting” of snow, not much of a snowfall. Yet, it is enough to embarrass me, as I confess that I am behind on wood cutting … and without excuses, so no compassion is warranted. I also confess my lack of vision, a truth animated by these cold temperatures and poor visibility from the mist / fog / snowy air. Simply put, I am heavy with this incoming winter. Do I have any basis for complaining? No.
The first snow could have happened before now. And, thankfulness is what should be happening: God’s gift of seasons; the whiteness to symbolize what is good; the moisture for the trees, and the waterfalls. Sometimes … in our lives … the coldness comes, poor visibility happens. After it’s all said and done, we have reason to sing.
By the way, friends, the reason for the delay on this post was because of my other laptop’s demise. However, Fed Ex drove by about thirty minutes ago with my birthday present. My birthday has already passed, but thankfulness is high, for this laptop – birthday present. I decided my first order of business was to finish this post that I attempted to write before the untimely passing of my previous laptop. Indeed, I am thankful for my wife’s kindness to procure a healthier laptop for me. Thank you, my dear. I think, but I’m not sure, that this laptop doesn’t require an oil change every three-thousand miles. That’s a bonus, eh?