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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