Ice and the Primal State

I’ve just seen a huge reflecting pool made of ice, and it’s nice.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my 15th year, as my 30th birthday is today.

15 years ago, in 1998, an ice storm hit Maine. A singular event that coated the state in a half inch or more of ice, leaving much of it without power for a number of days. The return to a primal state.

Now, another ice storm occurs, the first of such magnitude since the ’98 event. In many ways, this seems appropriate, as the recent bout of self-reflections my husband and I have been studying have been helping me to return to a more primal version of myself– one that is less jaded, guarded, and masked, one that is in touch with one’s self and purpose.

And just as Maine rallied in its goodwill in the course of the first ice storm, I am realizing that it is in that more primal state that we are truly empowered.

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Dedicated to the Maine NEWL of 2013

We came here as individuals,

noble and fierce in our own right.

Those first few days changed us

as we learned of leadership’s great might.

Hand to hand we considered our lives

broken apart by society’s divide.

Heart to heart a new chain was formed

Ready and able to withstand any storm.

Knowing the truth in that strength,

tempered by love and by rage,

Bar by bar we will tear down

that terrible oppressive cage.

So that each and every future woman

can stand up and say,

“I’m ready to face life.

Today is my day.”

–Lura Jackson, 06/03/13