I’ve spent a lot of time in the Canadian wilderness over the past three decades. Observed numerous black bears close and afar. You watch them lumbering along, blubbery bellies swaying back and forth, those giant paws getting in the way of each other. You can’t help but wonder when they’re going to fall over. They’re so clumsy. Then one day I’m floating in the middle of a bay and a black bear swims by. He clearly had a purpose in mind. He was headed straight for a 120 foot, totally vertical rock bluff. I thought, what in the hell does this bear think he’s doing? As soon as he got out of the water and touched that bluff, he went up that rock in a matter of seconds with deft, agility, and a coordinated effort unlike I had ever seen from an animal. The balance and lack of fear turned that clumsy clod of a beast into a thing of poetic beauty. Never knew what purpose he had but he left no doubt he had one.
Neil always reminded me of that bear. A gangly, uncoordinated, nerd of a man. That is, until he got behind his drum kit. Some creatures need to be put in motion to see their beauty. Neil and that bear confirmed that. Never doubt them. Climbing rock bluffs and playing drums are what God intended them to do.
Neil always reminded me of that bear. A gangly, uncoordinated, nerd of a man. That is, until he got behind his drum kit. Some creatures need to be put in motion to see their beauty. Neil and that bear confirmed that. Never doubt them. Climbing rock bluffs and playing drums are what God intended them to do.