And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~ Kahlil Gibran

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

My Next Life

This may be an old one, but it fits how I feel this morning so perfectly that I had to share....

In this life, I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definately deal with that.

If you’re mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.

If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup, gonna be a bear!


Wendy said...

Well. When you put it like that, it sure sounds appealing ;).

Lisa said...

I WANT TO BE A BEAR TOO! (Me, waving an arm with a hairy armpit!)

Kati said...

*grin* I'd go for all that, except given the fact that bears are allowed to be hunted in Alaska.

But seriously, you make being a bear sound not-bad-at-all. Then again, being a housecat may be a good option.