Anticipation is one of the
most squiggley and antsey emotions we can experience. Our minds and bodies seem
to vibrate in unison ready for an unknown result. Anticipation involves
imagination, expectation and preparation, but you never know if you will need
to access either or any of these three.
Anticipation for me this
morning concerns the amount of snowfall from the approaching two colliding
stormsl and the speed of the wind which can move any snow storm into a blizzard
category.
Perhaps the biggest blizzard
so far for the East Coast was one in March of 1888. Snow drifts were recorded
as high as 50-feet. There were other big storms in 1922, 1978 and in 1993.
I suppose the East Coast and
New England are due.
You can’t do it in a blizzard, but
if the wind is weak and the air still you might be able to choose one flake,
among all the others, and watch it as it settles to the ground. Its
individuality seemingly disappearing into a sheet of white, but if you were
able to take some tweezers and find that same snowflake and pick it up and
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 condition
to sustain their individuality. Cold! Without it, their individuation
transforms into a unifying drop of water whose only mission then is to join
with others and ascend to the source by ultimately descending to the sea and
starting all over again as weather.
We humans also 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
something in common.
In the end we too ascend to the
Source and start all over again.
We can find profound introspection
in all of nature if we go beyond the obvious.
Let it snow and then bring on the rebirth of spring. Quickly.
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