Let it Snow

I watched it snow again the other day. It was a fifteen inch snowfall where I live with intermixed large and small flakes that drifted, floated and swirled onto the already snow covered ground. Basically, until I hired someone to come and remove the snow I was snowbound.

I’m expecting more than several inches again in a couple of days.

If you look very carefully at any snow coming down and you can choose one flake, among all the others, and watch it as it settles to the ground; its individuality seemingly disappears into a sheet of white. If you were able to take some tweezers and find that same snowflake and pick it up, extract it from the collective white blanket, it would still have its uniqueness, its individuality hopefully unaltered by the impact with the ground snow.

Snowflakes share only one specific to sustain their individuality. Cold! Without it, their individuation transforms into a unifying drop of water whose only mission then, besides nourishment, is to join with others and ascend to the source by ultimately descending to the sea or evaporating and starting all over again as weather.

We humans also storm and drift through life, but we maintain our individuality despite the climate of being. We do have another thing the snowflake does not have. We have conscious awareness and the sentient gift to make individual choices. We can love. We can hate. We can teach. We can create and we can destroy. Wow! What power.

We humans and snowflakes do have a commonality.

We descend from the Source and when we melt we ascend to the Source, perhaps to start all over again.

We can find profound introspection in all of nature if we go beyond the obvious and let the imagination free.

I’m looking forward to more and more snow and storm and then let the illusion of time bring it to the rebirth of spring. Quickly.