another snow day in portalandia, a perfect day to dream in the cave,traveling fluidly through realms of body and spirit, heaven and earth… the snow falling acts as a magical draught, a sleeping potion and like our bear relations in hibernation, i enter a womb like consciousness traveling into dreamtime, sacred space of rejuvenation…

here, polar bear reflective fur acts as an invisibility cloak freeing us to journey at will on land and water, sun and stars… dwelling in bear energy, we re-member we are nature, we re-member our true nature… one with all that is…

may we all grin and bear it every moment of every day…