Yesterday morning when I looked outside at our terrace, there was a fresh layer of snow covering my angel wings from the day before. To me, it always looks so inviting – snow completely untouched – and I once again had the urge to go out barefoot. This time I decided to have my cup of tea on the lawn so that I could ground properly, reconnecting with the earth.
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It had snowed all night, the snow on the lawn being way deeper than I had imagined, but wow, was it cool to have my feet completely submerged! I slowly sipped my tea – very good tea by the way, from Kränku on the island of Gotland (the island where I was born) – and I stood there on the grass until my feet got seriously cold, prickly and highly uncomfortable, willing me to get out of the cold and into the warmth of the house.
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My first instinct was to head inside, so I started moving toward the house. But halfway there I thought, no, let’s see (or rather feel) what happens if I stay in the snow just a little bit longer, despite the cold and the discomfort. So I stayed, but now on the snow covered terrace (which was just as cold, just not quite as deep). And I was fine. And my feet were fine. Yes they were cold, but not unbearably so.
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I did go inside eventually – feet REALLY cold now – brushed the damp off of them, and was about to put woollen socks on to get them warm. But again I thought, hang on, let’s see how they do on their own. And guess what. I went about my daily routine and forgot about my feet, realising a short while later that they were really warm and I had not even thought about them being cold. Talk about adapting to the temperatures – how cool is that!