While I was walking on Mirror Lake – I was thinking “wow’ – this is cool – this is like … ice on a wound.
Maybe “wow” is not the right word – How about “whoa!”
The snow was fluttering down like at the end of a Hollywood blockbuster.
Big Flakes – big fluffy formations that will melt in your mouth if you just open up to receive this frozen manna from the heavens.
And I did
I don’t care who is watching and I don’t care what anybody thinks – I am walking on a frozen lake in a snow squall and I am….
I am …
Walking in faith
Walking on water is always that – and walking on a frozen lake is walking on water.
I know from the science that water freezes at 32 degrees F or Zero degrees C. And while that freezing takes place the temperature remains the same.
If you put a thermometer in a glass on freezing water it will be exactly zero.
But something amazing is happening —TRANSFORMATION
I am working through this grieving process which frequently leads me to still places in my mind — and still water has this soothing effect.
Not stagnant water (there is a difference, believe me, spent enough time swimming in that!) — This is calm, pristine and renewing water.
Nothing is more still than frozen – nothing more pristine than a mountain lake and nothing more like walking to a renewed shore than walking on water.
I am the same – but transformation is happening.
And yeah that was yesterday in Lake Placid (of all places)
[I am not making this up -I am just trying to live my life]