|Fruiting Body of a frozen world.|
(I love gifts of Woo.)
Some weeks ago while pondering the victory of Winter's frozen landscape, I asked,
Normally, I would say, "Just hold tight & hole up until we leave," but the answer I was told when I paused to listen was something different:
"Go out & find Love... more Love. Strange new Love. Love repackaged."
It happens that also a few weeks ago, the High Priest told me I needed to choose an elemental & go out & experience it, really think about how I feel about it, its presence, qualities, energy. To this I arrogantly snorted (to myself, of course), thinking (also to myself), "This guy doesn't understand what I do all day. He's used to working with people who never go outside..."
Most days, I really should just turn off my arrogant voice...
|Water as Ice as Planchette.|
|Ice reclining on Water.|
Water is a sculptor.
As Ice, it can hold its shape long enough for us to notice & appreciate, if we look.
When Water-as-Ice plays with Air, together they fashion breathtaking & sometimes familiar figures.
When Water-as-Ice plays with Light -- the gleam of our Sun or Moon -- they style a lively, stationary dance.
There is a Life to this Water, unlike that of any other creature.
I want to know it.
|A pair of Ice teeth. |
Is there a giant missing them somewhere?
Even as my Spirit rails & my Heart aches & yearns & sighs, I look forward to more time with cold Water -- the artist of the frozenscapes, the subtle teacher. I look forward to the cold, in a strange new way, very much. Even if I don't.