General Fiction posted May 12, 2019 | Chapters: | 2 3 -4- 5... |
Bea makes the most remarkable discovery ever.
A chapter in the book Be Wee With Bea Part2
The Raised Stone
by Liz O'Neill
Background We continue to learn more about where Bea lives and what went on before she moved into her cave home. |
In spite of waking too early for her own satisfaction, Bea did her stepstooling exercise. Scruffles and Sweet Puppy watched her going up and down the stepstool to get her "be-good-to-myself" treat. This beautiful stepstool was carved, in addition to other pieces of furniture, by Timothy, the wood carving beaver.
Suggesting they all do their brain exercise to reflect on how they wanted their day to go, Bea announced that she felt an urge to do her strolling exercise on Bea's Golden Path. She wanted to investigate whether any more changes had occurred. She had had such an exciting adventure last week. There were tiny trees growing through the cracks of the black stuff covering Bea's Golden Path. She never made it there that day.
As we have seen, so often during her strolling exercises when she is really doing her notice exercise, the wee bear is able to make brand new discoveries. What she comes upon this day she had never seen before.
It was as if it had just arrived, that someone had just put it there. But Bea knew it was old, as old as her cave home which she was sure had been used over many long cold sleeps with families living in it. She loved her cave home, it was just right. It was fairly new to her. She had only lived there with her "be good to myself" treat for a few cold snowy long sleep times.
That was before she had met Scruffles. And now many icy dark days had passed since that strange meeting of two friends who had very little in common. Later she met another who was maybe a little bit more like her. What a wonderful threesome they had become. Scruffles, Sweet Puppy and their mom Bea, the caring sometimes a little too much, wee bear.
She became aware that her thoughts had wandered. They were nice thoughts but they had drifted away from what she was seeing at this moment. She has plenty of trouble doing her focus exercises. This situation called for a rigorous effort.
She just knew that there was something special about what she was looking at. It was flat on the top and round on the bottom. But it wasn't just a big stone sitting on the ground, it was on top of smaller stones. The top had a very faint carving in it which looked like the biggest bird Bea had ever seen.
As she stepped back she realized the whole rock was shaped like a bird and as she circled this wonder, she knew she was right. She saw that it still looked like a bird wherever she stood. She wondered what it was like underneath. She could not believe her eyes as she got down on her front knees.
There were two particular stones under there which took her breath away. One was a carving of a face much like Scruffles. Bea was quite certain that this was the face of a cat which had been around long before any raccoon cats.
The other, even stranger to her eyes, looked like the giant form of her friend Snakely. However, this also had giant carved wings sloping down its sides. She remained there for a while as still as could admiring how very white that carved stone was.
She remembered that same striking white color in some of the placed stones in the walls she'd seen along this path. She wondered if the stone builders and carvers were the same. Maybe they had spent time doing their brain exercises and their talk to the maker of stones, in some of the nearby caves.
She pictured them joyfully fishing from the Singing Stones river where she, Scruffles and Sweet Puppy daily visit. She'd have to tell them what a special place their river is. She heard the softest breeze she'd ever heard before which reminded her to do her talk to the maker of everything. With a bird in the background drumming on a tree, she left this memorable spot lightly touching-the-ground in a dance.
Suggesting they all do their brain exercise to reflect on how they wanted their day to go, Bea announced that she felt an urge to do her strolling exercise on Bea's Golden Path. She wanted to investigate whether any more changes had occurred. She had had such an exciting adventure last week. There were tiny trees growing through the cracks of the black stuff covering Bea's Golden Path. She never made it there that day.
As we have seen, so often during her strolling exercises when she is really doing her notice exercise, the wee bear is able to make brand new discoveries. What she comes upon this day she had never seen before.
It was as if it had just arrived, that someone had just put it there. But Bea knew it was old, as old as her cave home which she was sure had been used over many long cold sleeps with families living in it. She loved her cave home, it was just right. It was fairly new to her. She had only lived there with her "be good to myself" treat for a few cold snowy long sleep times.
That was before she had met Scruffles. And now many icy dark days had passed since that strange meeting of two friends who had very little in common. Later she met another who was maybe a little bit more like her. What a wonderful threesome they had become. Scruffles, Sweet Puppy and their mom Bea, the caring sometimes a little too much, wee bear.
She became aware that her thoughts had wandered. They were nice thoughts but they had drifted away from what she was seeing at this moment. She has plenty of trouble doing her focus exercises. This situation called for a rigorous effort.
She just knew that there was something special about what she was looking at. It was flat on the top and round on the bottom. But it wasn't just a big stone sitting on the ground, it was on top of smaller stones. The top had a very faint carving in it which looked like the biggest bird Bea had ever seen.
As she stepped back she realized the whole rock was shaped like a bird and as she circled this wonder, she knew she was right. She saw that it still looked like a bird wherever she stood. She wondered what it was like underneath. She could not believe her eyes as she got down on her front knees.
There were two particular stones under there which took her breath away. One was a carving of a face much like Scruffles. Bea was quite certain that this was the face of a cat which had been around long before any raccoon cats.
The other, even stranger to her eyes, looked like the giant form of her friend Snakely. However, this also had giant carved wings sloping down its sides. She remained there for a while as still as could admiring how very white that carved stone was.
She remembered that same striking white color in some of the placed stones in the walls she'd seen along this path. She wondered if the stone builders and carvers were the same. Maybe they had spent time doing their brain exercises and their talk to the maker of stones, in some of the nearby caves.
She pictured them joyfully fishing from the Singing Stones river where she, Scruffles and Sweet Puppy daily visit. She'd have to tell them what a special place their river is. She heard the softest breeze she'd ever heard before which reminded her to do her talk to the maker of everything. With a bird in the background drumming on a tree, she left this memorable spot lightly touching-the-ground in a dance.
I would gratefully acknowledge Pomme de Terre by jgrace ...the perfect picture
This is part 2 of Be Wee With Bea. The 1st book Be Wee With Bea is available on Amazon and similar venues and on my webpage www.beweewithbea.com You are invited to visit my portfolio on this FanStory to catch up or sample other chapters.
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