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Appreciating the Frostiness July 19, 2010

Posted by TheIntentionalSage in Nature, Visions.
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Indwala (pronounced in-dwall-uh) felt the snow crunch beneath his feet. The soft, fluffy whiteness melted between his toes. He loved the snow. He was very happy to be living in a climate that allowed him the luxury of having four seasons. He felt that it was a beautiful way to hono[u]r change in himself by having it mirrored in the natural world around him. Regardless of this changing environment, the winter time was still one of his most favo[u]rite times of the year.

It wasn’t that there was anything in particular or something that he especially enjoyed. It was all of it! He thrived in everything that was winter-y. He loved the snow that fell incessantly. He enjoyed being able to walk around and hear the sound of something [snow] crunch beneath his feet. In fact, the winter season provided a unique experience with the snow on the ground. His feet did not have a treat similar to this in any of the other seasons. In summer, there was soft grass. In the fall, there was the leaves and by extension, the ‘tougher’ grass. In the winter, he had the snow. In the spring, he had the wet grass, which usually was a little muddy.

In winter… there was snow. It was everywhere – nearly all the time, too. There were piles of it all over the place – it fell from the sky. He could fall to the ground and roll around in it or he could run as fast as he could and then jump into a pile. Indwala reveled in this time of year.

Another oddity that happened in the winter that was unique to the season was ice. Indwala wasn’t able to interact with ice in any of the other seasons, at least not in the natural world. When it came time for the end of fall and the beginning of winter and again in between winter and spring, there would come an appearance of ice. That is, it would rain a little and overnight, the temperature would drop below freezing, causing the water on the ground to form ice.

Ice was a fascinating thing for Indwala. He was amazed at how something could fall from the sky (water) and turn into something else because of the change in temperature – becoming ice. It was extraordinary to him. The ice also had many qualities that he was not aware of anything else contained within the three other seasons. The ice, for the most part, was frictionless. That is, when he stood on it, unless he was focusing on being ‘grounded’ with Earth energy, he noticed that it was harder to maintain balance on the ice.

For some reason, the surface of the ice was slippery. Idwala thought this to be unique because there wasn’t anything else that he had encountered in nature that was naturally slippery. It was almost as if the ice’s slipperiness was some sort of defense mechanism to keep ‘predators’ from tramping on it. He laughed to himself at this strange thought, but then considered it some more.

It made sense, didn’t it? Many animals in nature that terminate in the form of prey as some other animal’s meal, usually have some sort of deterrent on them. With the dinosaurs, there were the different species that had spikes and there are all kinds of plants that have deadly poison in them along with prickly exteriors. Idwala immediately thought of a cactus.

He wondered if maybe ice was somewhat similar to cacti. Maybe ice is ‘intentionally’ slippery so as to keep creatures from stepping on it. Maybe this hard, slippery surface is a way for it to survive. The longer it can keep creatures (and consequently, heat) away from it, the longer it can survive in its form as ice. Idwala reflected on how strange it was to consider that the ice was ‘intentionally’ slippery to keep away predators. He wondered what kind of creature would target the ice as something that it wanted. Nonetheless, Idwala thought that he might have been onto something.

With that, he slowly walked out onto the ice and looked down at what he was standing on. He wanted to fully appreciate the ice with all of his senses, but most especially his sight as it was his most keen. As he continued staring at the ice, he bowed his spirit in gratitude for the opportunity to bear witness to the greatness of the ice.

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