P2 Glass Jerry Bear

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P2 Glass Jerry Bear pipe. 4 inch. Hand made blown glass by Joe Baker Designs of Norther California. $26.95

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🌸 “Pink Bear and the Pipe of Possibility”

In the heart of Rainbow Valley, where clouds float like cotton candy and the grass hums with old songs, lived Pink Bear— the gentlest of the Grateful Dead Bears.

Pink Bear was known for dancing like morning mist and humming tunes that made the flowers sway. But unlike the other bears, who strummed guitars or banged drums, Pink Bear had something different: a curved wooden pipe, carved from the branch of the ancient Listening Tree.

Pink Bear didn’t use the pipe to smoke in the usual way. Instead, it was filled with dream smoke — a shimmering swirl of lavender and gold that rose like soft music and told stories only the truly chill could hear.

Every evening at twilight, Pink Bear would sit cross-legged atop the Spiral Rock, puff gently, and blow rings into the sky. Each ring turned into a tiny scene — floating visions from far-off lands and imagined places.

The other bears would gather around, watching the stories swirl above them:

• One ring showed a carnival on the moon, where elephants juggled comets.

• Another showed a forest of giant mushrooms, glowing with rhythm and light.

• Sometimes, the smoke formed an image of an old sea turtle jamming with a cosmic jellyfish band.

One night, Green Bear asked, “Pink, where do the stories come from?”

Pink Bear smiled softly, pipe in paw, and said, “They’re already inside us. The pipe just helps us remember.”

Then one day, something strange happened — no smoke came out of the pipe.

The bears gasped.

“I didn’t know it could stop,” said Blue Bear.

Pink Bear looked thoughtful. “Maybe… it’s time we make the stories ourselves.”

So the bears packed up instruments, snacks, and a sense of adventure. They journeyed beyond Rainbow Valley, following the rhythm of the road. And as they danced and played across hills and towns, people gathered, smiled, and joined in.

Pink Bear no longer needed the pipe. The stories were everywhere now — in the music, the laughter, the people dancing barefoot under starlight.

Still, every so often, Pink Bear would sit quietly, light the pipe once more, and watch the dream smoke curl toward the sky — not to escape, but to remember that all great journeys begin with a quiet spark and an open heart.