The First Snow

The first real snow has finally arrived here

The first real snow has finally arrived here. Ive been waiting for weeks and weeks, and just the other day over 10 centimeters of fluffy snow fell down from the skies like the ordinary white blessing this has turned out to become for me during my tough moments this dark time of the year. So yesterday I did what I have been waiting for so long, went skiing in the forest, at the exact same place and way I recovered from the depression last year that I tried to describe in the other blogpost. My wonderland, a truly nice reunion I must say. The sun sets around 2 PM here now, so to manage doing this you have to act like an internet marketer - fast. My trip brings back so many memories, thoughts and emotions. This was the place and the way I discovered the real reason behind my dreadful condition - I was painfully unable to open my heart. This is where I fought my battle day after day. I can also recall that I in fact now understand I know people that actually never believed me when I told them my story, then you were not really that depressed they told me, that was painful to hear too.

This area is a nature reservation, only 30 minutes walk from were I live. While the other big ski-track and stadium in my hometown currently just finished a World Cup of Biathlon-event with people swetting for goldmedals, I turn to this silent and beautiful place instead. The nature and the snow together seems so fragile. The peace and magic is indescribeble. Only a pistingmachine and someone out walking with a dog has gone here before me when I arrive. Im the first maniac leaving a ski track in the new snow. Everything looks just as fairy as it did last year. I see traces of rabbits, fresh mooseprints and on my second round as usual suddenly two graceful deers jumps up just in front of me and run off on the other side of my path. Yes, its a living christmas postcard. The spruces and tiny pinetrees around me is all dressed in peaceful white. Nothing moves. Its stunning.

I couldnt recieve the beauty last year, I could only understand it intellectually with all the knowledge I have. I could only with my dry mind force myself know that I was grateful for all this. And even now I can still only recieve glimts of it, for example when I took a shortcut through the forest yesterday. I will describe it more further down, but I want to try to make a deeper explaination first.

Whether you believe that the respected scientist Dr Masaru Emotos poetic theories is evidence for the capacity of the human mind and soul or not, its truly inspiring for your imagination and makes you think. He has even written a version for children to understand it: The Secret of Water, which is brilliant because this is what I have realized is the only one way to attach the understanding of it, through the innocent mind of a child - or rather heart. Negative thoughts or impressions randomizes the frozen waterchrystals while positive emotions brings obvious harmony to their shape. Science or not, what could be more logical? But with or without science, the imagination is what does the whole work for us. You see, back to the snow again - obviously noone is sending negative thoughts and emotions among the clouds, are they?

All that is coming down from the clouds day after day unconditionally, seems to be just tons and tons of blessings and pure love, no matter how positive or negative our own minds may be, no matter if we are able to receive the blessings or not. With *that* in mind, I took the ski shortcut in the forest yesterday, through the first snow, with fluffy tons of perfect unique water chrystals. My boots sink down in the cloudylike softness. Can you hear the cottonlike sound, and feel the fresh icy smell? Only I and the little forest animals had touched them yet. One celcius plus degree and they will be gone forever. This moment I received a glimt of beauty. And really felt it. With the heart of a child. World religions or Nobel prizes couldnt possibly give me this experience. I had to re-experience the first snow again. And the message was chrystal clear - Love Thyself.

by: 2u4u4ever

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