That is a rare occurrence but one I look forward to every year. A time to breathe in the cold, crisp air. A time to remember the profound silence of winter. A time to dream about winters past, full of snow and adventure.
Recently, the temperature inside my apartment varied from 68 to 72, as the outside temperatures varied from 35 to 81. What a difference! I regulated the thermostat to a comfortable range for me each day.
The other day, I felt so cold, chilled to the bone, regardless of the heating system pumping to almost 75 inside. I just could not get warm.
As I work with spirits and souls, my thoughts immediately went to ask ‘who is around and what do they want’. I went about, lit candles, opened the windows to exchange the air and washed everything I could to ‘clear the space’. Yet I still had this sense of deep cold.
This morning, the radar showed icing a few miles from me and I went outside hoping to capture the sense of winters past. Breathing in the cold, crisp air and stepping out to feel the brisk wind whipping around the other side of the building felt wonderful. My sweater was damp with frigid cold and a few rain drops fell on my glasses. I was in pure bliss. The moment felt like home. It felt like memory without all the stories. It felt like peace and joy. It felt always if something clear and new.
When I came inside, I considered the coldness inside from past days and how it ‘rubbed me the wrong way’, it was impressing up me, pay attention or notice something. Yet when I went outside in the cold, it was like a warm blanket of joy.
How our perception can change, even though the feelings or essence may have not. How different the walls or outside felt to the cold energy, inside there was no flow of energy and outside the wind was brisk. Inside the box felt dark and harsh but outside the air felt limitless.
For every second I can get being outside and breathing in the pure cold energy, I will take. It is a gift for my soul and spirit to be here another day.
