I have heard the phrase “Snowflake Syndrome” a number of times recently and it makes me feel very sad. Men and women who are connected to their emotions are being described as being snowflakes. This is particularly used to insult men who are open with their emotions or defend the rights of those who don’t have a voice.
To me, being called a snowflake is not an insult. How could it be?
Snowflakes are incredibly beautiful. A spider’s web of ice and snow, weaved into a tapestry. A feat of engineering. Each line, angle and pattern is geometrically designed. Nature’s miracle. Who knows how they are made, but each one takes my breath away.
Snowflakes are unique. Each one is different, like a fingerprint, daring to show the world their faces.
Snowflakes are magical. Just watch a child’s face light up when one hits his nose.
Snowflakes are refreshing. Feeling the cooling burst of snow against your cheeks. Enough to wake you from the deepest of sleeps.
And snowflakes are fierce and strong. Together, united, they can halt entire cities and send them hiding with their force.
Like the snowflake, a human being fully expressed, open and unrestrained is a wonder to behold. Full of joy and light to give to the world.
They are magical – for in shaking off our limiting beliefs and unexpressed emotions, we can strengthen our ability to hear messages from source and manifest miracles in the world.
They are unique and refreshing. In a world of hatred and division, if you can express your heart’s true message without fear of judgement and shame you should be revered and supported. That is one reason why your mum is using her voice today to speak.
And they are fierce and strong. Bravery is not waving a sword or starting a fist fight. It is diving deep into ourselves to face the shadows that we are afraid to see. Those who can go there and return renewed are the bravest souls on Earth. And so strong. There is nothing stronger than someone who can stand in their truth without giving a damn what the world thinks.
As Aristotle once said: “to appreciate the beauty of snowflakes, you have to stand in the cold”. To those who would use “snowflake syndrome” to insult someone, I suggest that you take a long, hard look at your own shadows before you cast stones. What are you afraid to see in yourself? Where are you not being brave? For in the mirror of our own annoyances and frustrations, we see the parts of ourselves that we do not love.
I would say that what the world needs right now is a snowstorm pounding down in a blanket of love, embracing our differences and standing strong together.
So yes, I do consider myself to be a snowflake. What a compliment. And best wrap up warm my darlings, because winter is coming. And I am ready to rain down.
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