Ice and snow, crystallized water, still cover the garden.
Ice has grown, during this period of extended cold, to also cover our ponds and nearby creeks.
The ground is still white in most places, and what ice melts a little in the sun at mid day freezes over again by night.
The world is still frosted with beautiful ice crystals.
Elegant ice sculptures appear in surprising places.
Areas overlooked through most of the year as too raw, broken, or unremarkable to be found beautiful, shine under their gloss of crystal clear ice and pure white snow.
We see the commonplace with fresh eyes against a forgiving backdrop of whiteness.
What was muddy appears clean. We are teased with bits of things poking out of their fresh blanket of white.
Light reflects and refracts in unexpected ways, an interplay of water and ice; sky and Earth; liquid and crystal.
Our tired and muddy December garden has transformed into something fresh and new. We are nearly ready to begin again, the canvass cleared and scoured by ice.
We are reminded of the miraculous nature of water when it crystallizes and coats our world.
The same water we drink, the water which fills our creeks and pours from our taps, will also shape itself into exquisite hexagonal crystals and fall from the clouds, or creep spontaneously out of their liquid state as the temperature drops.
“The act of living is the act of flowing.” Masaru Emoto
Each beautiful crystal of ice is unique, a creature shaped by the circumstance in which it forms.
These same crystals will melt back into a drop of water when heated by the sun; or perhaps evaporate back into their mist-like gaseous state, and rise into the sky as water vapor, rejoining the clouds from which they came.
Water, Earth’s life blood, moves continually from one form to the next. In and out of bodies; up into the roots of trees, and back out through their leaves into the sky; it is in constant motion.
“As I continue my conversation with water, the crystals continue to teach me many lessons: the importance of living in tune with the rhythm of life and the flow of nature, leaving the Earth beautiful for future generations; love; and prayer.” Masaru Emoto
Seeping into the Earth, passing into streams above or below the ground; flowing into rivers, lapping against beaches in waves large and small, water is what unites us through its continual transformation.
Its eternal journey is only delayed a bit by frost.
Whether locked into a glacier or a snowflake, whether crystallized as hoar frost or icicle, water pauses in its constant motion only so long as it is frozen; as liquid or gas become solid, crystallized, frosted.
Water’s strange crystalline beauty is manifest for us now, before it transforms yet again.
Words and photos by Woodland Gnome, 2014
“Water carries within it your thoughts and your prayers. And as you yourself are water, no matter where you are, your prayers will be carried to the rest of the world… Fill your soul with love and gratitude. Pray for the world. Share the message of love. And let us flow as long as we live.” Masaru Emoto
Quotations from The Secret Life of Water by Masaru Emoto