05/09/2025
“The Bear Who Carried the Sun”
In the wide silence of the meadow, where golden flowers bent beneath the evening wind, a bear sat still as the world shifted around him. He was not just a creature of fur and bone, but a keeper of light—his form vast enough to cradle the horizon, his spirit deep enough to hold the sun itself.
The people tell of a time when the sun once threatened to drift too far from the earth, leaving the land to freeze in endless shadow. The sky cried out for a guardian, someone strong enough to carry its fire without fear, someone gentle enough to protect its warmth. It was then that the bear answered.
With each dawn, the sun rose through his chest, threading golden fire through his fur. With each dusk, the glow of his spirit guided the fading light back into the horizon. He was not burned by its flames, for his heart carried the patience of mountains and the kindness of rivers. In him, strength and tenderness did not compete but lived as one.
Travelers who crossed the meadow at twilight often saw him and mistook him for a vision. His body glowed with the fire of the setting sun, yet his eyes remained calm—ancient wells of knowing that spoke of endurance, of balance, of the eternal cycle that binds all things together. Those who lingered long enough swore they could hear his voice in the wind: “The light you seek is not above you, nor beyond you. It lives inside you, waiting to rise.”
The bear did not roar or chase. He only stood as witness, a reminder carved into the landscape that true power is not in force but in presence. He carried the sun not as a burden, but as a gift—showing that even the heaviest light can be borne with grace when one remembers the unity of earth and sky.
And so, each evening, when the horizon blazes with color, the bear can still be seen standing in fields of fireflowers, the sun sinking into his chest as though into a sacred vessel. The people say this is why twilight feels like a blessing—that fleeting moment when day and night embrace—because the bear is there, carrying the light until morning, ensuring that hope will always return.
For in the end, the bear is not merely an animal in the meadow, nor a figure of myth. He is the eternal reminder that strength and tenderness belong to the same spirit, and that within each of us is the power to carry the sun.
