Category Archives: Personal Observations

Tarsals and Trying to be Cool

Toes, Tattoos and Ego
Toes, Tattoos and Ego

Nobody asked about it, and I’m willing to bet a fair piece nobody ever will. But, I noticed a typo in a symbolic video feature.

How am I supposed to correct one wrong word in a 2 minute video without some kind of magic white-out (you know, Liquid Paper)?

To explain, I misspoke in my symbolic video featuring thoughts on the symbolic meaning of hands.

I talk about duality, and loving the sight of tattooed hands – like when my buddies tattoo “love” and “hate” on their tarsals

What the hell is a tarsal?

Well folks, a tarsal is a toe bone.

Would that mean I have buddies with tattooed toes?  No.   Well, maybe I could….but I don’t ask my buddies to go whipping their socks off to appease my curiosity.

It means I have just enough knowledge of medical terminology to be dangerous and appear frightfully thick.

If I wanted success in my attempt to appear cool and everso-too-clever, I would have used the term carpals.  Specifically, metacarpalsHere’s a neat diagram.

Personal symbolic epiphany for today: 

Don’t let slight-handed trickery of base-self behavior intrude on sure-footed progress of the authentic Self.”

Indeed, you are correct Ms. Crow , every day really is a winding road.

Finchy Epiphany

Tags: Nature | Birds | Personal Observations

Falling (literally) for the Meaning of Finches
Falling (literally) for the Meaning of Finches












I’ve been asked several times for the symbolic meaning of the finch

Usually birds speak brightly to my perception. Their feathery gifts of wisdom unfurl on a clean slipstream of communication.

Oddly, Finch chose not speak to me.   No amount of stillness, meditation or asking would coax oracular song from the finch.

Hindsight revealed the silence was due to a funk I’ve been in lately. 

Finches will not tolerate glum.  No way.  They don’t go there.  They don’t even know where Glum-land is.

It took me falling off the roof  to open the channel of communication with the finch.

After landing in a soft heap of shrubbery, I burst into (fringing on insane) laughter (for life-affirming reasons that should be painfully obvious).

And that’s when the finches flew overhead.  Early in the season for my region too.

They were like little bright missile rockets of joy…surging with energy, bounding for landings offering the promise of a bright new spring.  High-voltage reminders of the continuity of life (including, thankfully, mine!).

It became clear to me, in that moment after the fall (no, my life didn’t flash before me) there is, indeed, a greater-grander picture and it’s totally imperceptible when viewed from the land of Glum.

So, if you’re stuck in Glumdom, I invite you to read my full post on our symbolic finchy friends here.  They’re bound to blast you into a better mood!

Other posts for contemplative moseying:

Bird Totems

Dreaming of Birds

Celtic Ogham Birds (and friends)

Repositioning Emphasis on Memory

Repositioning Emphasis on Memory
Repositioning Emphasis on Memory

I have CRG, “can’t remember guano,” or CRS if you prefer the more vulgar expression of excrement.

I admit, I have a crap memory.  Always have.  Maybe always will.

This used to enrage me.  I’d get positively rabid over not being able to retrieve details from memory.

Several years ago I started keeping a mini notebook in my back pocket at all times.  This helped control some of the anxiety and helplessness I felt at not being able to pick out memories at the fingertips of my mind.

In fact, my other websites and this blog is a macrocosm of the micro-notebook idea.  I started these virtual archives as a record-keeping tool so I could retrieve and reflect upon my symbolic experiences.

Over time, my “impaired” memory didn’t seem like such an impairment any more.  In fact, my state of memory became symbolic of some pretty cool aspects:

  • A propensity  to stay in the present moment
  • An ability to overlook limitation
  • Acceptance of what is

Further, I came to realize my Swiss cheese memory is actually an asset in my intuitive work.

Why?  Because memory is a filter.  The mind takes what is sees now, and constantly compares it with past experience.  It’s human nature.  With a less-than-perfect memory, I’ve got fewer comparative filters to contend with.

This really allows my intuitive impressions to roll.  Consequently, my interpretative services and the symbolic insights I write about are more authentic, unfettered and fluid.  This offers unique value for my clients and readers.

So, I’m sharing this as an invitation to reconsider your personal quirks.  Reposition your emphasis on an aspect of yourself you once considered “impaired” or “faulty.”  Flip the aspect over to consider its benefits.

It’s a new spin on old advice.  As Johnny Mercer put it “Accentuate the Positive.”

Building Values. Life Imitating Art

Building Value
Building Value

Those of you who follow me on Twitter know I attended a drawing class at a local community center last year. Yes, this little teapot (short-and-stout) is my handy-work.

After showing her my first homework assignment, the instructor looked at my work and said “not bad, but you need to build on your values more.”

Each consecutive week, she gets increasingly animated in her encouragement: “Build your values! Build your values!”

From what I understand, the term “value” in the art world defines the depth or intensity of light and dark in your pencil sketch.  And, different values are identified with various labels like highlight, shadow core or middle grey.

I find a curious (and symbolic) correlary here, that while I’m building my values in art class, I’m also doing the same thing in my current reality.

I’m not talking about moral values.  I’ve already got loads of those, as do most of us.  We all know the golden rules, and how to apply them to our lives.

I’m talking about building depth, intruige and character in the portrait of our lives.

The symbolic analogy gets more charming when we learn building value in pencil sketching is accomplished by adding layers.  We begin with a light shading with the pencil, and continue to add multiple layers of shading to build the darkeness (or, augment the lightness) of an area.

There are no shortcuts to the layer process either.  When I’ve crammed my pencil in an area to beef up a darker value, it looks like crap.

That’s true in life too.  Cramming and short-cuts just don’t make the grade as elegantly as progressive/thoughtful building.

Experience, growth, learning, observation – all of these and more are layers we’re applying to our life, and they most likely illicit artful expression when added accumulatively and with sincere/mindful application.

More layers = more diversity.

More diversity = more depth.

More depth = more value.

Naturally, it takes time to build layers.  It’s an investment; a devotion to building integrity with a goal to enhance value.

What kind of value are you building in your life?

Take a look at your life as if it were a black and white pencil sketch.  Can you identify the highlights?  The shadows?

Consider the various experiences, beliefs and perspectives that layer your life.  Those elements in your experience that build up to offer value, depth and intensity.

In the “big picture” of your life, are you layering a foundation for higher, beneficial vision?

These are just some of the questions that cropped up for me while my instructor flails her arms and animatedly urges me to “Build your values!” I thought I’d share them with you.

Spiritual Adaptors and Finding the Right Fit

Spiritual Adaptors
Spiritual Adaptors

I live in a 132 year old house, and all the electrical outlets are those 2 slot kind. It seems every electrical device I own is 3-pronged, so I’m forever grabbing an adaptor to allow my 3 prongs to fit in my 2 hole outlets.This got me thinking about spirituality.There are adaptors available to us to assist us in getting more connected and allowing our spiritual energy to flow more freely.

We can seek out spiritual adaptors in the form of:

  • prayer
  • service
  • meditation
  • communing with nature
  • consulting a spiritual practitioner 

These are just a few examples of spiritual adaptors.

It’s the responsibility of each of us to find the right adaptor for our needs.  We must ask ourselves: “What tools are best utilized to serve my highest good, and allow my energetic current to flow most effectively?”

For example, I serve as an appropriate adaptor for certain people. Over the years, I’ve found a specific personality is drawn to me. Certain people come to me with very specific symbolic questions they want help in clarifying.  I’m the perfect adaptor for these people – we plug in together beautifully – our energy flows together just right.

On the other hand, we can sometimes reach for the wrong adaptor when seeking spiritual clarity.  A few poor adaptors I can think of offhand are drugs and abuse.  These adaptors either cut off energetic flow, or worse – cause backlash in the form of short circuits, and electrical fires that can spiritually damage us.

Whether we approach spiritual leaders for advice, or adopt practices for spiritual development, it’s important to seek an adaptor that “fits just right” with our needs. 

Last word: Be wary of “one size fits all.”

My First Rant. The Right to Arm Bears

bearrantThis is my first rant. Probably my last because tirades have nothing to do with symbolic-meanings. But, somethings just can’t be contained.Some folks call me mellow, and I’m agreeable to the term. Aside from being naturally amicable, I never watch TV and this is why:

To preface, bears have been drifting in and out of my dreams and meditations lately. So, when I overheard bears mentioned in the TV program my house-mate was watching, I thought it was a prompting.

I neither know the show, nor remember the location (although it was North America), but the show spoke about bears growing larger these days, and looming more close to residential homes

The camera then switched to one of these homes in which the homeowner, a woman with three kids took the cameraman on a tour of the new, sprawling residential yard.  She showed him where the bears were encroaching on HER yard.

With alarming cluelessness, she went on to tell the cameraman:  “They walk through here like they own the place. They go through my trash bins, they tromp through the back yard. I am afraid to let my kids out to play. Something needs to be done.”

To this, I would say yes, indeed something certainly does need to be done. YOU NEED TO MOVE LADY!!!!

THE BEARS WERE HERE FIRST! They DO own the place!!!

Something about the whole scene sang a sinister tune of irony that made my back teeth grind down to nubbins.

To clarify, I’m not an activist. I think it’s counter-intuitive.  

However, I was real tempted to borrow a t-shirt my mom often wears.  It’s got a picture of a grizzly bear on the front sporting a rifle and says “I support my right to arm bears.”  Nah, not my (mellow) style. 

So what’s an amicable soul to do?

Send my own message, in my own way.  Aside from this rant, I went on to publish some cool pages on bear symbolism.  If you’re interested here they are:

Symbolic Meaning of the Bear

Sacred Bears – A Native American Perspective

That’s all we can do. Fighting fire with fire only makes a situation more combustible.

But, thanks for listening to my rant, and for allowing me to let off steam.