it is good to reflect on our state of being ‘alone’. All of us are alone. This aloneness ,when accepted, can free is for loving.
The hardness of snow melts and becomes a cascadingountain stream. (As here in the Catskills, near Phonecia, New York, today.
I do laugh at myself!
Sometimes I bravely say ‘My body includes the trees, birds,flowers and frogs!’
Other times I’m worried about how well I dance (well enough it turns out)
‘Is my ear ache a really bad infection?’
‘Am I really myself? (An impossible question)
Sometimes being a frog mating in Spring would be delightful, but the water is really cold!!!
Last night in West Bath Maine, a week after snow melt, a serenade by Spring Peepers at the local Marsh. A week after being frozen all winter, it’s mating season!
The simple wood frog ‘dies’ in the winter.
It’s body freezes, it heart stops. It’s body cavity is filled w glucose. So the cavity does not freeze. But the wood frog is frozen hard as a rock.
There are times we must die also:die to hope, die to fear and finally die as a body.
These are all welcome, freeing things; though as a friend says the dying has my dragging fingernail marks all over it.
Yet within a few weeks of being dead, warm temperatures bring the wood frog back to ‘life’ once again.
So we can also come back to life again!