Another book that I am deep into right now is Eastern Body, Western Mind. This morning I was digging into the section on the sixth chakra where we are reminded to notice any symbols recurring for us.
Um, hello. Are you serious.
The symbol that doesn’t seem to want to quit me is in the photo above (taken on our walk this morning). If you check in with me on Instagram, you might remember this:
This ‘wishbone’ thing popped up when I was in class with Ekua in September. She had us doing an exercise that surface a symbol that was in our life right now. Mine was an actual wishbone which was so weird I kept putting it off to the side and then, eventually, made a painting that didn’t use it at all.
The next day, Maryanne Moodie walked up to me and handed me a weaving she had made specially for me.
People, she handed me a freaking wishbone! I kid you not. You can take a look below.
And so now, I see it EVERYWHERE, but I don’t know what it signifies or what it is trying to tell me.
Still, I will keep gathering them up as they appear because I am trusting that one day soon it will all be revealed to me.
I was even thinking it was just a woods / nature thing, but then, about two weeks ago I was walking down the sidewalk with the dogs and I came upon a slug. A slug.
I have never in my life – in my entire life – seen a slug on the sidewalk. Ever.
But there it was. Naked as a bluejay. Probably about 5 inches long. It had the prettiest brown markings all down its head and upper back. And on top of its head? I don’t want to gross you out in case you don’t like slugs so here is a LINK to an image of it. Do you SEE what is on its head?
And so I communed with the slug. I wasn’t sure about its properties as a spirit animal so looked it up on the internet and found, “the slug’s appearance reminds us that we will soon recognize and realize the illumination that is always present within us.”
truly mystical place of protection,
providence, deliberation and perserverance.
They are the universal symbol of stability
and steadfastness, and flow along the
Journey of Life, leaving behind their
beautifully iridescent and ethereal
trail of knowledge.
hmmm, we’ll see about that.
Right now, filed under NO FUN AT ALL is a squirrel under my bedroom floor.
A window was open yesterday and it got in which I didn’t know until about 1am when a strange scratching on the floor woke me up and I mumbled to Daisy to stop it only to find that both dogs were snoring soundly on the bed next to me.
Squirrel. Under the floorboards. What did I do? Breathe. Did my Thich Nhat Hanh breathing which has an added bonus of putting you right to sleep.
Woke up and made prayers that it finds its way out of the house and back to the woods. Oh dear, god, please let it find its way out of my house. Not really keen on calling the wildlife specialists.
And, that’s all the news from Lake Wobegone this morning.