A photo I took a few days ago shows a scene from Fish Creek. My last series of photos taken of the creek showed the scene in ice and snow. Now the waters race with abandon as they engage in a dance of sorts that takes them from here to there.
In working with the human psyche, there are seasons where one feels too contained and restrained as though one, like this creek, has fallen under the spell of winter and has turned to ice. It is a cold, dark and constricting place which almost feels as though one struggles even to breathe. Then, as if by magic, light emerges to melt the ice, to banish the cold and dark into a corner for a while so that a new season can begin.