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I am so sad right now. I was driving along the Alaska Highway this morning when a tanker truck, two vehicles ahead of me, hit and injured an animal. At first I thought it was a large black dog, but as I got closer I saw it was a young bear. The driver of the tanker truck didn’t even stop.
The poor thing slowly dragged itself off the highway and into the bush. I could do nothing to help it but make a phone call to the Yukon government and wait for 15 agonizing minutes until three conservation officers came with their guns to put the animal out of its misery.
Besides myself, one car and one truck stopped when they saw the accident. A few men jumped out of their vehicles. They were looking into the woods and I heard one say, “Too bad I didn’t have a bear tag!” The other laughed and responded, “Yeah, what a beautiful coat!”
I felt sick to my stomach and burst into tears. One of the men came by to talk to me but soon left me alone, probably not wanting to deal with my emotions.
I say again…there is bad medicine in the Yukon these days. I wish I knew what to do to make it right.
Some later thoughts: I was driving on Saturday morning and noticed that a ground hog had been hit by a vehicle along the highway. The ground hog was dragging its hind end off the road just the same as that bear was dragging its hind end. Two such similar incidents in four days…what is going on? Before now I’ve never seen anything like this. But then I’ve not experienced anything before like what is going on politically in the territory either. Dishonesty, cowardice…where is this all going to lead?
Today is a holiday around our place. I’ve dubbed it the ‘Feast of the First Wild Iris’, to mark the fact that our very first iris burst into bloom this morning in our garden. It will be a celebratory affair that of course will involve food. I think pasta with pesto (made with basil and parsley from the greenhouse) is in order.
Don’t ask me why, but I’ve been thinking about vehicle accidents lately. I’ve had images in my head of Joe’s truck getting smashed up, and me being run off the road while driving my car. I didn’t know it until tonight, but Joe too has had a feeling that he was going to come back from Toronto (where he’ll be at U of T for several weeks this summer taking more courses) to find his truck had been in an accident.
Then last night it happened, in a double whammy. Alan was driving too fast on a dirt road, and spun out of control in some loose gravel. He went into the ditch, hitting a tree and causing $2,000 damage to my car. Thankfully he was not hurt, nor was anyone else. For him, it will mean a good chuck of his summer earnings are now spoken for, and hopefully it is a lesson learned.
However the daughter of one of our good friends was not nearly so lucky. She took her father’s truck without his knowledge, rolled it, and totalled it. She has six broken bones, one of her arms is apparently pretty much shattered, and she is being medivacced to a hospital down south tonight. If she had not been wearing a seat belt, she probably would not be alive today.
I have no idea what this all means, but I do know that people around here have been surrounded by a lot of really awful energy lately, and in some weird way it feels to me like there is some bizarre connection. I know I am not making any sense, but there is something there, if I could only put my finger on it.
For my southern family/friends, here are some links you might be interested in following.
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/north/story/2009/06/23/yec-rally.html
http://whitehorsestar.com/archive/story/plan-was-to-sell-half-of-yec-ex-board-member/
http://www.cbc.ca/canada/north/story/2009/06/24/yec-fentie-reax.html
When I am stressed, I garden. And I have been doing a lot of gardening lately.
Here’s the thing about gardening….my plants don’t tell lies. They are not bullies. They serve me, my family, my neighbours and my friends honourably and with integrity. They are worthy of my trust. I wish everyone could be like my plants.
I’m providing this link mostly for my family and friends down south, so they can continue to follow this story. Yes Gary, your sister is a sh– disturber! To be honest I’m out of my comfort zone, but I feel so strongly about this that I have no choice but to speak out.
By the way, the photo of me in the article is very old and very bad! I cringe every time it shows up in the paper.
It was a morning of puttering about in the garden. I set up a water fountain (primarily for the birds that frequent our feeders but also because I love the sound of running water in a garden). Even before I had finished filling it, two birds came by to have a drink, so I guess it has their seal of approval.
This still needs some landscaping work, and I need to find a way of hiding the bright red power chord, but even as it is, the birds are giving it a thumbs up.
Bird feeders and fountain seen at the far end of the deck.
Study in blue and green.
Reflections in a bin of manure tea.
Almost ready!
Still a ways to go.
