Suddenly the snow shifts in the direction it releases from the sky. Hidden forces and energy displayed before me, reminding me of my recent Qi Gong practice. Directed movements shift the subtle energies, bring new life into the system, and opens channels not perceived in the every day. Traveling one way; then another, yet all paths leading the journey to fulfill the aim. Blankets of white delight the eyes; shadows shifted and revealed. Truth calling us, showing us what is real.
What if a collective moved with the unity and direction of the snow? Giving space and freedom to it's members as they move forth and followed the true direction of the path? What if all of our intentions were as pure? What if we all took time to contemplate the mysteries? Moved with such gentleness?
Snow like music, kisses the heart and spirit. Snow like music, embraces all within its path. Snow like music, changes one and all. I can not make snow, only contemplate its truth and beauty. I can make music, let me continue the journey and play on this day, everyday.
Photo from Tyne and Wear Archives and Museum