I’m looking out my window watching the wind blow spirals of snow.  Mesmerized by the images, I can see faces of Nature Spirits, mouths open singing their songs in high pitched tones.  The branches of bushes weighted so heavily with ice crystals that it creates igloos of twigs.

As a child, most days were spent outside.  Winter was no exception.  I would lay under the snow covered branches of the trees and become immersed in a magical world of scattered geometric patterns.   I embraced my new found privacy, as it gave me abundant time to communicate with Nature.  My thoughts easily led, like a caravan, with inspiration as I traced with my eyes each unique path of woven white limbs.   My heart would be at such joy in my little fortress of snow, feeling the warm arms of silence and safety, comforted by the quiet hissing of the snow as it fell.

All seasons bring us a rebirth in discovery of symbolic signs as to what we may be missing in life.  As adults, we often forget these enhancements and push them from our vision and senses as everyday life and worries take precedent.

Bundle up and go sit outside under your own igloo of twigs.  All adults have some childhood memory of unbridled joy locked within their heart.  Rediscover what solitude, communing with the elements and being a part of your environment can do to transform your weary Spirit back to innocence.

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