Water Element(als) = Frost Faeries
Not just because of their outrageous beauty, although indeed they were that! But after spending much time observing their intricate and ever-changing needlework, a living language developed between myself and these delicate beings. I began to read the pattern of their lacy structure to such a degree that I could predict with certainty how the temperature either would or would not rise that day, or even whether or not the sun might be kept hostage by clouds throughout.
All of my clothing choices during cold season were based on this interaction with frost at sunrise, and they never failed me. Only years later would I recall that my mother’s horror at a tornado I’d accurately predicted, alongside the onset of the angst of puberty, had brought this fascinating relationship to a halt. . .
Frost coated my car’s windows, a thick filigree that would likely make me late for work in it’s clean-up. I cursed both it and the cold weather that produced it, as I scraped away like a mad woman. . .
Hopping into my chilly auto, having left as much of it on the windshield as I dared, I stopped in awe as sunlight broke through and embellished the now glinting lace with depth and color.
As someone who teaches folks to be in relationship with the Elements as well as to trust Divine Timing and the beings who harness it, it was a wake-up call in many ways! Blaming the Water Element for my inability to leave for work on time, and the drama I created by doing that, was only one.
Immediately I stepped back into that relationship. I recalled with LOVE all of the ways I find water exquisitely beautiful: babbling creek, a misty waterfall, snowflakes floating down like pirouetting ballerinas, the ocean foaming up to my bare feet, dewdrops clinging to every pine needle:
“Choooooo, Choo, Chooooooooooo,” I sang to the frost, filled with the LOVE of watery beauty I’d built about me. Recognizing this Ancient Sound calling them, wrapped within my joyous relationship with their many elemental siblings, they rose as consciousness towards me, covering me with an effervescent energy not unlike that of many puppies lathering me with their kisses!
Blissfully peaceful from this sweet interaction, I left “late” for work, only to arrive early! I’d forgotten we were opening at half past the hour that day. . .