Deanne doesn’t like her rings that cling to her, but my rings are not like that.
This is my bear. He lives on my right hand, middle finger, the one I give when I give you the finger. I found him at the Red Cock (don’t you love the name?) import store in Lincoln City, Oregon maybe twenty years ago. When I put him on my finger he wouldn’t come off. So I kept him and he became an avatar for my Bear spirit guide.
I’ve done more with bears since. I have a silver Hopi bear claw bracelet. I have a Hopi bear fetish tattoo. A former student that was a bear hunter gave me a bear claw I keep in my medicine bag and his huge fierce bear belt buckle that I’m wearing right now with my kilts.
In reading Native American mythology about bears, we are both raised by our mothers.
The other ring, my wedding ring, I found on the way to Jefferson High School in the middle of the intersection.
You see I had my matching wedding ring stolen while cleaning a sink trap in my science room when I taught at Adams High a few years before, so I thought karma brought me this one to replace it.
Mine used to look like this one which still lives on my wife’s hand.