instead of a warm breeze on the first day of spring in the ripe countryside, we receive a new world fully gift-wrapped in thick soft heavy snow. i stand beneath my meditation tree, a full mature hemlock whose thick branches protectively extend all the way to the ground. they guard the inner holy chamber here in the temple of the green sun in safe shelter valley. most of the trees in these thick woods have already leafed out, so when the surprise snowstorm rushes silently in during the predawn hours, all the various trees & bushes are transformed into strange creatures from another realm, frozen in mid-step. but the most mesmerizing thing i notice is the sound that the wind makes as it gusts through the trees. i have never before heard such a sighing, murmuring whisper rushing from the play of the wind in the snow-covered leafy branches of the trees! i stand entranced by the untimely swirling flakes. i bask in the sweet aloneness, soothed by the temple of the green sun. all sound is softened, blended into the continued soughing of the wind in the boughs of the trees. this is the time to go deep within, to plumb down beneath the surface of the mundane in a rare inner archeology to reveal the heart. this is when the world pauses & i'm standing on the edge of everything i have known, poised to take that next step forward. all around me the white cloaked trees stand as dignified sentinels. the wind links us in a shared meditation, giving voice to the trees in a mystic dialect of OM seldom heard. ah Shiva! thank You for the precious gems of memory that we share from Your akashic records. that rare magical spring equinox under the calm quiet cover of snow always soothes & uplifts when i visit it. this is a sweet healing. is that You, Shiva, whispering in my ear? or the soughing of the wind in the snow-laden branches? or perhaps they are really much the same thing, upon deeper reflection. You are always guiding me towards seeing the wholeness that includes all the parts. guide me now, Shiva, please guide me from deep within.
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