Inspiration for this is post is from John Zada’s book, “In the Valley of the Noble Beyond: In Search of the Sasquatch.”

In the latter half of life I became fascinated with Sasquatch – and in more recent years perhaps even developed a gentle belief.  Seems if a new, formerly-considered-mythical bovine can be discovered in 2009, then Big Foot’s existence is not so far-fetched.

But it’s not quite a belief.  There’s no need to convince others of its existence.   It’s simply nice to enjoy conversation with others who are open to wonder.  It’s more like something I want to be real.  Something that fills me with excitement, exhaustion, wonder, and fear when I hike into the forest.

Sasquatch’s ability to transcend is also enjoyable.  In a world that’s become incredibly unable to share space with people who think differently, ‘Squatch breaks through the divide.  While my evidence is only anecdotal, positions on God, climate, Covid, Trump, police, choice, guns and equality do not appear to be a predictor of whether one holds to the possible existence of Sassy.

Within this mythos, some Native Americans say that one’s experience during a sasquatch encounter depends entirely on the purity and balance of one’s psyche and soul.  At first blush, this may sound magical.  But really, it speaks to the important work and experiences each person has before they encounter something beyond them.  There’s an old marriage adage about “never going to bed angry.”  While I’m not sure how important that is, I do know a preference within me to be square in primary relationships before journeying into the wild.

Perhaps best – Bigfoot isn’t needy.  He’s not looking for me.  She doesn’t need to be seen.  For this last reason alone, I hope Sassy is never found.