Happiness is a romp in a fresh spring snow.
Not stuck – merely stopped a while in place before going on.
A contemplative moment in time.
Emotional burdens break free; sometimes released one drip at a time, or a cathartic dropping of layers into the oneness, washed clean.
In stillness; creative opportunities existing in the waters of our own being come alive. Dreams awaken and are found to be valid and sound.
Ideas taking form; waiting to reconnect to fluidness and the feminine aspects of life. Creative, intuitive imaginative powers poised for action.
Water adjusts to its environment; shaping, shifting. We learn to adjust to change, to become adaptive to the flow of life, while at the same time knowing where and when to make ripples.
A junco, warm in his feathery down, serenely confident in his ability to find food beneath the snow.
A pine siskin fluffs out her feathers, peacefully but steadfastly finding seed.
This little goldfinch doesn’t seem to mind the cold, and appears quite proud of his acquisition, looking much like a stogie in his mouth.
The ice creeps between a rock and hard place, not stuck at all.
Frozen crystal soon to have no beginning or end stimulates positive thoughts and feelings with its force field of negative ions.
A cold, harsh wind disrupts the silence and stillness.
The red squirrel comes for one last visit (and meal) before he heads for his spring and summer home in higher country.
Reflections of many colors – our many facets.
I remember walking with a little 5 year old boy in the woods on a moist day, when suddenly the sun appeared. “Look!” He cried with utter amazement and wonder, as the light made prisms in the droplets. “The trees are sprouting rainbows!”
Gazing into the crystalline ice, a moment of clarity. I write it down, as it can be gone in a flash. Moments of a dream or a vision, captured in color.
The rhythm and movement purifying the air, healing and re-energizing – empowering the realm of dreams and emotions.
Initiation, baptism, a sacrament of tears. Watery clearing of winter’s hibernation.
The earth is half water. We are three quarters water. Research has been done on emotions projected into jars of spring water. Words powered by emotions of love, peace, beauty, happiness sent to one; hatred, anger, mean sarcasm sent to another. After being flash frozen, the positive jar created beautiful cohesive, perfect geometric snowflake patterns. The other jar created partially formed, non- geometric shapes. (Masuru Emoto). How much do we create with our thoughts and emotions? What energy are we putting out there in any given moment? Our thoughts and feelings affect physical reality.
The next day, a rain came and washed away all the snow.
The earth drinks. I can feel the gratitude and joy of the trees, and it fills my spirit.
Maybe this year, we will have baby geese and ducks in the cattail reeds.