Frozen Water Fountain
So why did mention in my last post that it felt like the Ice Age movie?
Well, in the last post I told about a conversation with John. During it I had mentioned that there was a “crack” in me and that was what triggered it…
See, when it came to my mother, I knew, that when I was young, I had frozen into an Ice Queen.
Soooo mention a “crack” in me, and it was an instant carry over seeing myself in my own personal “Ice Age” chasing an acorn as it bounced off the frozen landscape of my hate. I’d get a hold of it and lose it in the same breath. But happy just the same to keep unconsciously chasing, feeling justified to not allow a single crack invade my perfect, shiny layers of ice that blanketed my being and kept me trapped in it’s frozen prison…
Course the problem was, all along the conscious and sub-conscious part of me wanted healing. To have the true-freedom mentioned in Red Book and Cotton book that I had read and re-read. So those parts of me were busy at work doing all they could to heal. And because they were, one day that nut “happen” to fall out of my hands, tip down and pierced the thick ice with the tiniest of crack. I may have been frozen solid but all I needed was the smallest of “cracks” to appear…
“Great oaks from little acorns grow”
-OR-
Big explosions from tiny cracks begin…
You know, I don’t think it was any coincidence that the creators of the Ice Age movies have a squirrel chasing an acorn. The acorn served as a symbolic foreshadowing of great things to come…Lions and Mammaths living together in peace. I hope that for my mother and I, but intent to have it be the case within me.
The other thing… like the acorn, there are parts of me that must be buried in the dirt and DIE so I can be re-born.
Close-up of the fountain
Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-BTW the pictures of ice are as common as dirt when one lives in the North, which I did all my life till the last 8 years of living in Alabama, but down here you don’t see such sites. It’s so rare that my oldest, John, went to get his brothers, Caleb and Daniel, and his sister, Grace to see this fountain, to walk across the ice, and pull chunks off the frozen waterfall which resembled icicles so that they could have this “common/rare” experience before it thawed.
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