Thin ice.
One of my most transformative experiences during the last few years was getting into cold water. As I floated in the thick water - 4 degrees - I reached out and held the ice. My pupils were dilated (sympathetic nervous system on overload), The water before me was something else, infinity, death? Not sure. Full of light. The sky was the kind of blue beyond thought, beyond understanding. The trees on the other side of the lake lent me their roots. Deep slow breaths, calm, calm, calm, absolute total bliss... Later that year I bought a ring; amber with a line of silver; like the rune. I assume if you like me are a Hoffer (someone who practices Wim Hof Method...) ice has a slightly different meaning for us. The cold is merciless but righteous! "The cold is merciless, but it is absolutely righteous. It goes past the mind, past the conditioning, past all comfort-zone behavior, past our weakness, and makes us strong." But, standing on ice is different; less to fear as a Hoffer perha...