Melting

By Regina Roeder

November 11^th, 2023

"Melting

into the moment.

From the visible to the invisible.

Held by companions, near and far.

By the way itself.

Guided by the story of her ancestors.

Merging with the landscape & the conversation life is inviting her.

A deep contraction needed in order to open, to expand.

Into the unknown. Again.

Towards all possibilities.

Melting while risking herself in all her vulnerability.

While looking at the glacier she knew, he too moves through different seasons.

Of becoming and letting go. Of appearing and disappearing.

A play between the form & the formless.

Everything that has become visible, has already been here, yet it will undergo another journey into something else. Same for herself. And within exactly this movement from day to night, this dance of light and shadow, right here at the frontier of twilight, in this dissolving alchemy of what is, lies a secret. The cycle of life itself. The seemingly opposites are not separate. They belong to each other. Necessary companions during this ever-changing transit she was moving through.

Like her chapters in life. Many have come to an end, inviting her to one of the most courageous conversation. Allowing what has been, to dissolve into nothingness. Trusting the journey will continue, without knowing with whom, where and how. Allowing the darkness & seemingly nothingness to reveal itself. Opening a space for all those other parts that are calling to incarnate. In the meantime may she hold her centre in grace and continue in gratitude for what has been.

Wasn't her fear of the unknown, only a projection of what might be after the glacier is gone? Could she trust something else will emerge out of his disappearance? This made her think of all the different states and therefore all the different journeys of water that are possible. Wasn’t each transformation a breakthrough of the limitation of the visible?

Dissolving.

like snowflakes touching the ground.

Each becoming part of something else.

Yet together creating a pristine carpet.

One that illuminates even the darkest winter days.

Evoking hope in times of despair.

Calling her out into the world once more

to step on this blank canvas the snow

laid before her doorstep.

Waiting to be touched.

To overcome her own limitations.

And while looking again at the glacier she looked at him with a different angle. Maybe he wasn't meant to stay all along? But until his final disappearance he gives himself fully nourishing & shaping many along the way.

She watched the glacial water forming a river with different arms. A current that cuts through the hardest rocks. One that paints its way into unknown territories. Strong yet softly shaping its surrounding. All these stones have softened through its voyage. How often she walked through the canyon, right where the first drops of glacial water touch the ground. Impressed by the symphony they were playing. A co - creation between the elements, the light, the shadows and the drops of water painting rainbows along the walls. Indeed it was a miracle how the water made its way through the stone, effortlessly carving a path where there had been no path before and all of a sudden light makes its way to the ground. She wondered, was it the courage and trust that enlightened a path that hadn’t been drawn yet?

She too is shaped by her surrounding, by each element that crosses her path, each encounter, each place. Ever softening, easing into the conversation life invited her, silently showing her the way.

Gratitude for another chapter that is coming to close. Living in simplicity, in the mountains. In communion. Merging the past and the future. Learning from both sides and remembering what it means to live close to nature while sharing the space with others. There was no logical reason for following this calling. But the heart was her guidance. What stays, are the memories of the owls at night who were singing herself alongside the streams of the river gently asleep.

While watching the first snow flakes covering the ground and lighting up a fire in her current home in the Alps of Switzerland, a chapter comes full circle. With gratitude she looks back at the nights underneath the stars, next to the glacier, never getting bored of his sight which was ever changing depending on the season, the light and the angle he was placed. His stillness and strengths remained.

All these pathways in the mountains, walked by many before her. Like the waterway of the glacier & those companions, some were lost, others found new horizons. Yet all of them had to go and follow their calling. It wasn't enough to just look at him from afar. Each of them wanted to meet the world with fresh eyes. See life from a different perspective. Like herself.

While looking at the creeks, she thought of all these nights close to the fire, those songs that had been sung around it. Those trees in their new presence made her becomes still and in awe about this whole of experience of being here. Knowing another threshold into the unknown is about to come, but until then she resides in gratitude for where life has taken her.

Some experience cannot be understood by the mind. Instead they invite a wider picture. Certain lessons are being made while their teachings & their answers are only being realized many chapters later. Until then she can only look at the glacier and her surroundings knowing in nature everything makes sense. There are no questions that are longing for an answer, just rhythms and seasons. A tidal breeze of coming and going.

"May I too melt into this next chapter full of trust like the glacier does."

The past six months I have been living in the Swiss alps, in the beauty of the Bernese Oberland, watching the glacier melt. Allowing its water to calm my heart when it felt heavy and to spread my joy in waves when it was too high to hold it. Reminding myself to melt as well into whatever life brought towards me, knowing it will dissolve anyways at some point. Into the unknown. Breaking these walls of patterns woven around my torso, trying to stay safe. Melting means transformation, a deep trust into a not knowing.