“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? ..." wrote Lewis Carroll once...
It was that kind of day that gives an undoubted answer to such question... Snow brings the cold, but snow loves the trees... and warms the earth. Snow melts in the sunshine, but snow loves to play with the sun - the tiny sun rays filter through tree trunks, kiss the snow and make it glitter as a sea of mini delicate crystals... 
It was that kind of day that promises the bone-chilling cold is over; that day that whispers in your head "have no fear, you are not alone, the universe supports you"... and you are ready to chase the light that gives a dark silhouette to your being. You are willing to stop in your own shadow, unite with it, and hand in hand as old friends immerse in the white wetness of the snow. When you know your shadow side, you know yourself better... 
It was that kind of day that gives you clarity... and courage to bring what was hidden in dark to light.. while the snow was kissing the tress... 








“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” 
                                                                                                                                     - Carl Jung 





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