Ice is a boundary like a beach is a boundary.
Ice is a boundary between life and not-life, or stasis.
A boundary between earth – solid – and water – fluid.
It is the fluid things, the emotions, the choices, the dreams, and the desires – frozen. Not moving. Waiting to thaw. Waiting. Stillness. Centeredness.
The thaw will come, when it is time. It might be a season, or a century, or a millennium. Depends on the ice, and the conditions around the ice.
Ice is a stasis – of holding, of waiting. When winter encases your world in ice, it is not a time to do, but is instead a time to wait, to be.
When there is ice, the best advice is to wait.
Now that I’m in Australia, I also have to consider the refreshment value of ice – cold, refreshing, stimulating ice.