Here it is, the first chapter of my polar bear novel, True North-

Note:  pre-publication and pre- final edit

Chapter One

The Race to Sea

      “I win, I win!”  Mato (MAH-toe) shouted as he leaped into the ocean.  He popped his head up out of the freezing waters and steadied an ice-sheet with his front paws.  He hoisted his one thousand pound body up onto the ice sheet which continued to rock.  He stood on all four paws and shook, spraying sea water everywhere.  He stretched his front paws upward in victory now standing on two legs.  “I’m the first to hit the open water!  I win”.    He had finally beaten his much smaller sister, Ursula, across the pack ice on the way to the open sea.  For the polar bear cub siblings it was the annual ending of winter and the beginning of summer on the Arctic Ice Cap.  Ever since they were a year old and large enough to swim they would race across the pack ice to the open water.  Then their mother would join them to swim the long distance from the Arctic Ice Cap back to the tundra of Canada. Each year Mato would start out in the lead, but Ursula always overtook him on the pack ice.  She was far more agile and quick, jumping from one wobbly sheet to another on the pack ice with the precision and grace of a ballerina dancing.  Mato was sloppy and cumbersome.  He had to slow down to keep his balance while navigating the tilting sheets of ice.  But this year, Mato had doubled the size of his sister, and his extended stride made up for his lack of agility.  He practically jumped accross the ice sheets two at a time, not noticing that there was only about a 100 yards of pack ice.  This was about a tenth of the distance they usually raced.  So he stayed in front until the finish.  Ursula was a mere two sheets of ice away.  Mato remained standing on his hind legs and rested his front paws across his chest, tapping a back paw as if to say, “What took you so long?”

     Ursula scolded while making her last strides, “Jumping in before the chunks end doesn’t count- Mato I have to tell you every time!  You have to get all the way…”  Ursula stopped and stood beside Mato, who was still gloating in his “What took you so long” pose. This became the young male polar bear’s proudest moment, next to hunting his first seal. Ursula remained on all fours and stretched her nose out over the water, trying to catch a scent.  Many things passed through her mind.  She was very attentive because she would be caring for cubs of her own someday, a much larger responsibility than just hunting for oneself.  Ursula reminded Mato often of the differences between “boys and girls”.  Occupied by her many thoughts, she completely ignored Mato and turned around to greet their approaching mother.

     Mato dropped his front paws and plopped to all fours, “What?!  Do not even try to say that I didn’t win!”  He began pacing the few steps the sheet they stood on would allow, causing the sea water to slosh.

     Their mother approached surveying the abruptly ending pack ice.

     “Nana?”  With one word Ursula asked her mother many questions.  Nana returned her gaze for a moment, then ambled up beside Mato and extended her nose like her daughter.  Mato stood still.  Along with Ursula’s many questions, Nana had other things on her mind.  This was much more than an ending of winter on the Arctic Ice Cap.  For Nana, this was the last of many things.  It all started with her two cubs there beside her, the last of her litters.  Maybe that’s why she waited an extra week to make the big swim, to stay with them longer.

     Mato could not be still another second, “I am at the end!”  he protested.  “See?!? – NO MORE ICE! You can NOT say I didn’t get here first!  I didn’t even cheat this time!”  He stomped a front paw by the edge knocking a large chunk of ice into the open water.  All three bears had to steady themselves on the rocking ice sheet.

     Nana turned away from Mato to hide her smirk from him.  “Too far to swim,” she said matter-of-factly as she walked back toward the solid ice shore.

     “But I won…” complained Mato.

     “Nobody won stupid!” Ursula scolded, annoyed once again by her brother’s lack of observation.  She did not find his protests as amusing as their mother. “Don’t you see that we are here WAY too soon?  The pack ice should go on for at leastanother mile!” Mato looked back to the shore, and then out the open sea again.  He seemed to deflate as he bowed his head and then nodded to Ursula.  They both followed their mother back to the solid shore.  Mato wondered what life would be like without his sister there to explain things to him.  He grumbled to Ursula as they moved from one ice sheet to another, “I just thought I got lucky when the pack ice ended before you could catch and pass me, what’s the big deal?” Mato inquired, “More swimming is good, isn’t it?”

     Ursula stopped, “Mato, don’t you pay attention to ANYTHING Nana says?  You won’t have her or me to rely on we are on our own.  You really should…”  She also wondered how life would be for Mato without her there to explain things.

     “Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture my dear sister and just answer the question.  We always swim, and we swim far – no problem.”

     Ursula sighed, and then explained yet another thing to her brother, “Even the strongest swimmers can be challenged by a regular trip back to the tundra for summer.  Every year, the distance has been getting farther and farther.  Some bears that are smaller, or haven’t eaten well like us and can drown before they reach land.”

     They started walking again.

     “It hasn’t really been that much trouble for me”, Mato shrugged.

     “We’re not all as big and buoyant as you are.” Ursula retorted.

     Mato stopped and raised himself up on his hind legs extending his chest to its widest expanse exclaiming playfully, “And you shall fear the Mighty Mato!”

     Ursula stopped.  “Yeah right,” she sneered.  “You know I can still kick your butt.”  She continued walking.

     Mato dropped to all fours and looked around, knowing his sister was right.  Even with his much larger size, she could out think, out run, AND out wrestle him any day.  He quickly changed the subject from his much smaller sister’s prowess, “Hey, have you seen Chuck?”

     “You know he hates it when you call him that,” Ursula commented.

     “Yeah, so?  You and Nana call him ‘Charlie’”, claimed Mato.

     “Well, he likes us.” She faked a British accent, “You on the other hand Master Mato are quite annoying.”  Mato chuckled as Ursula continued, “Young man-bear, your manners are appalling.  I prefer to be acknowledged by my proper name, Charles.  I am from a long line of foxes you know, dating back to the royal red hunted foxes of England.  ‘Chuck’ is nothing short of a mongrel term”.

     Mato laughed, “What is a mongrel anyway?”

     “There he is, talking to Nana.” Ursula pointed with her nose.

     Nana stood with a tiny creature, about the size of small dog.  He had pointy ears and a fluffy white tail; Charles, the Arctic Fox.  Although Arctic Foxes can have great feasts on the scraps left behind from a polar bear, they usually did not mix.  But Charles was tolerated, and not attacked, even in lean times.  The cubs knew that Nana found Charles to be quite resourceful.  Nana sniffed toward the ocean again as her children approached.  The fox greeted them with a tiny bow.  Nana sighed, “Well my grown ones- It looks like you’ll be in my company a bit longer.  These are strange times, and I am reluctant to send you on your own just yet.”  She smiled inside knowing that she would have some more time with them, even though they were ready to be on their own.

     “Nana,” Ursula asked, “will this ice sustain us for summer?”

     Nana gazed out to sea, extending her nose, “Perhaps”, she then set her eyes on her children, “Perhaps”, she repeated as she began walking.  Mato and Ursula followed. 

     Charles trotted along at a comfortable distance, so as not to be trampled by or become a sudden snack for the polar bears.  Although he and Nana had been friends for a long time, he knew that a polar bear could find him to be a tiny treat at any moment.  And though he relied on the bears for his meals, he knew he should not fully trust them.  After all, a hungry male polar bear would eat a young polar bear cub if he was hungry enough.  Surely a friendly fox could be on a carnivore’s menu.  Charles addressed Nana, “A fox friend tells me that it is the same all over the Arctic Ice Cap.  He had been with a Siberian group of polar bears on the other side of the ice cap and was hoping to have better luck there.  They can’t pick up a scent of tundra from Siberia either.”

     Nana nodded and blinked at Charles.

     “Hey thanks for the good news CHUCK,” Mato teased.

     Charles responded by sticking his nose pointedly into the air and changing his trot to a prance.

     Mato laughed.

     “One day Mato,” Nana began, “You will learn to appreciate the fox.  He is a great resource, not merely entertainment.”  She felt this would be a good time for a gentle reminder even though she knew Mato was only teasing.

     Mato bowed his head, “Yes ma’am.”  Mato did not care about giving respect to an animal that might be an easy snack, but he was certain to respect his mother.  She taught him everything he knew about survival.  Also, he had his sister to remind him about everything.  He still did not quite understand the usefulness of the fox, but decided he would now consider the fox’s contributions since Nana had mentioned it several times now.

     The four continued walking.  Mato wondered when the next seal hunt would be.

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“Would you take a $30,000 a year pay-cut?” asks my lunch companion. “No! Do you know what I would do for $30,000?” I laugh back across my menu. Two years ago that is exactly what local author Jayanne Sindt did. Jayanne’s journey began as a child, listening bright-eyed to stories of reincarnation as told by her mother. Brought up to question her heart’s desire and acknowledge spiritual experiences, Jayanne says “it became very apparent” that she couldn’t continue to work for the law office she managed. With her husband’s support she was able to pursue her dreams. She put pen to paper and started a trek she described as “something that doesn’t suck away my creativity in any way, shape or form.”

In a Lakota sweat-lodge ceremony she was graced with the name North Bear. White bear walking north she was told. Unbeknownst to the guests of the sweat lodge ceremony, Jayanne had a gravitational pull since infancy towards polar bears. The name fit perfectly, and pushed Jayanne further to write what was already in the creative spaces of her mind. Mato Finds True North was finally published in 2009. While we let our food cool, Jayanne signs a copy for me. I flip through the book careful not to smudge the inscription and smile. I had the honorable, albeit guilty pleasure of reading the story before publication. Mato Finds True North is a children’s book about a curious male polar bear that goes in search of his “true north.” As I look at the illustrations I can’t help but think of Mato as Jayanne in her past-life.

Jayanne and Mato have done what a lot of people only talk about doing. “Following your true north involves a lot of surrendering…and allowing. Moving in the direction of love must continue as a never-ending quest,” she tells me leaning toward in over our french-fries, as if telling a grand secret.

As we fill our bellies she tells me of her upcoming book geared towards the young adult category hopefully being published this fall. And I ask how her website is doing. Jayanne is a professional personal poet; she offers custom writing on her website personalverse.com. For a small fee, people without the gift of verse can enlist Jayanne’s help in telling that special person how they feel. This service is offered for everything from birthday speeches to wedding vows. And because it is from a “ghost-writer” no one will be the wiser.

Inspired by Jayanne’s advice and outlook on life I begin to tell her my childhood memories and how I have always believed I was an elephant in a past life. I share the same gravitational pull towards the stoic creature. And as we filter off the subject of our publishing dreams I remember the last line of her book. “The end or the beginning”

By Candace Matwijiw April 18, 2010

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I was prompted to ask my fellow poet, Jim Hawks, if he could draw polar bears.  He sent me a couple of sketches and I knew I had the cover for my novel (unfinished), True North. As I looked at the sketch more, I had to write some verse. I gave the verse to Jim in a layout for more drawings and from there we created a children’s book.
We decided to self publish and I am excited to announce that books will be available around Valentine’s Day.

Stay tuned for the “book” page and links to order.

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Here is a poem that I wrote in answer to the question “Why do you write poems?”

I never really asked the question
It’s something I just do
not understanding it myself
I’m hoping this gives me an answer too

Well, there are some reasons-
to gain a greater understanding
a sorting of solutions
when problems are so demanding

I may also quest for clarity
and reveal my thoughts to you
which are not simply shown
with a simple “How do you do”

I guess it is also dam control
when emotions are eruptive
I need not spew out lava
these rhymes are less destructive

Poetry brings a connection
to something greater than me
whether for my own expression
or entertainment at a party

They rhythm so simple and calming
soft and sweet like a lulliby
no matter if the topic alarming
or if the pain so harsh I must cry

The words are like a security blanket
that help me to continue
whatever my perspective is
my poems will always ring true

Realizing this Divine expression
of words that bring such peace
I now make this my profession
so that the rhymes will surely increase

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I am feeling ready to introduce my novel featuring polar bears entitled True North.  I just handed over the first three chapters to Jake Whiting for editing.  Stay tuned for postings and watch for The Writer’s Page link to be added to this site.  Here is some verse to give you an idea about True North

True North

Sometimes a dead end
Is just a moment to make a choice
Survey the situation
And listen to your inner voice

When you are troubled or confused
And don’t know how to move forth
Trust in your own direction
And head for True North

I look forward to sharing more of this polar bear story as I proceed with editing.

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When I hear the same suggestion from many different sources, I better listen.  Over the past week I have heard from several people that Personal Verse should offer song lyrics.  So, here is a lyrical version of an earlier post, “Truth is True”.  Only lyrics are offered, as the extent of my musical talent ended in the fifth grade with my rendition on the trumpet of “This Land Is Your Land” at the school recital.  It sounded like I was playing underwater as I forgot to empty the spit valve.  But I digress…

Truth is True

Chorus
I know the Truth about you
I know the Truth about me
I know that Truth is True
and only Truth will be

Let go of your denial
For you are not on trial
there will be no sentence
nor need for repentance
Your source of confusion
is belief in illusion

-Chorus-

There isn’t anything you lack
no need to come back
for another life to live
there is nothing to forgive
You can easily begin
to see a world without sin
through non-judging eyes
The truth you’ll realize

And know the Truth about you
And know the Truth about me
And know that Truth is true
And only Truth will be

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It seems we are in a race
to be number one in cyberspace
not just a name, but also a face
if the site is down- What a disgrace!

Finally, my site is new and complete
with very few others do I compete
not as literary poet or one that’s “beat”
but an artist of verse which is pretty neat

So I hired some gurus so you can find me
to post my poems they don’t have to remind me
as I try to leave past fears behind me
I didn’t know that my site defined me

So I apologize for any confusion
and I hope you don’t see this as an intrusion
apparently my site has been an illusion
due to a server name transfusion

If the page wasn’t there, I didn’t mean to stall
I believe in abundance, plenty for all
so whether you order online or choose to call
This verse is better than anything you’d find in a mall!

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