I knelt down in the snow right at the edge of the pond in order to capture the reflection of the clouds. It was almost 6:00. I'd been out of work for an hour, I was still outside and there was still some daylight left! As I focused on the melted waters, I thought about all that's been churning under the frozen surface all winter long. There's another whole world underneath the ice. A world that's easy to forget about while the snowy, winter white blankets the pond.
Kneeling there, alone with my thoughts, I breathed in the crisp air and felt a tear slide down my cheek. These moments of connection. Of letting go. Of purposed solitude. These moments are vital. Cherished. It is these moments that melt me. That keep me open, and connect me to all the questions that churn inside me. I seem to always have far more questions than answers....which I guess is pretty normal. But these past few months, my 'deep waters' have been particularly turbulent.
Kneeling there, alone by the melting pond, I found an answer. It came first in the hint, the whisper of a tiny thought. Churn-surface-melt-beneath...these words invited me to dance with them. A slow dance. A safe dance. With each connection, another whisper and then.......then the melody grew stronger. And an idea was born. Where there had been trouble and confusion, there was now peace and understanding. Clarity.
As I rose to continue my walk, I felt a kinship with this in between season. No longer winter. Not yet spring. All that is hidden under the frozen waters, the hard earth, the barren branches...all that has been churning is ready to burst. I felt ready to burst! I've got things to say to some people. Things to write. A path to pursue.
It's been a long winter. Oh, the actual winter season hasn't bothered me. But the months of troubled waters churning beneath the surface of me?.....well, that "winter" is ready for warmth. For blooms. For spring.
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