Teachers are Everywhere

This morning on my morning jaunt with Lilith the dog, I was struck with awe, at the wonder, beauty and lessons of ice. Yes, ice! Watching all the phases of seasons relating to water, and how water changes, and the infinite formations of ice, is something that can teach us about ourselves and our states of being. Where I live is not pristine wilderness, it is suburbia… And even here in my area, magic and enchantment are abundant.

Most people strive for happiness. Most of us want to feel good all the time. I don’t know about you but in my life experience happiness and feeling good are part of my world, but far from my whole world. In one day my mood can literally range from clarity to confusion, hope to despair, joy to sadness and everything in between. I find peace by being with all of it, and accepting that none of these feelings are “better” then another. They are all valuable. They all teach me. When I welcome them all, magic can find me easier.

How does this relate to ice? Well, water and ice in changing weather, is also constantly changing. Sometimes it’s not even ice, its water. And wow, the variants of water and ice is….. to me anyway, awe-inspiring. I always say that if I didn’t become a magician, I wish I became a scientist. Science blows my mind and is the ultimate in magic. Because I am not a scientist I don’t have the language ability to discuss the different forms of water/ice that I frequently witness…. the shards, the crystals, the shapes, the textures, the way water bubbles up and then freezes, and on and on and on…..

When I look at this and see what beauty the changes create, it helps me look at my own world. I invite you to look at your moods like ice and water…. Constantly shifting and changing and forever beautiful.

No one says it better then Rumi from the Guest House:​

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

​A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

​Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.​

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.​

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

How can you celebrate what feels painful? What does your darkness teach you? If there was beauty in your sadness, what would it be?

I honor all parts of you, and I wish for you the eyes to see that all of you is as beautiful as constantly changing ice and water.