Symbolic Pearls of Wisdom

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Spherical, lustrous, secretive…pearls are proof that spectacular symbolism can be found in the smallest packages. How appropriate too, as it seems the most revolutionary impact is thrust from the softest cycles, prompted by seemingly miniscule particles.

And such is the life of the pearl. They’re born from irritants. A microscopic parasite or bit of debris makes the mollusk cranky – causes a defense reaction within it’s bowels – and would you believe from an event of irritation and defense, a pearl is conceived.

Talk about turning unpleasantness into advantage!

I can dig this. Especially knowing the symbolic landscape of pearls. Their watery domain is synonymous with emotions. Water, especially the gaping mouths of the sea, sings to us of fathomless psychic stirrings within oceanic consciousness.

Do you sense a disturbance in the force? An emotional upheaval?

I fancy the pearl has something to say about that…

• Envision consciously crafting your defense mechanisms into more seductive solutions.

• Sculpt your emotional reactions to irritants into masterful works of art.

• Meet adversity by curling within and churning up your inner-intuitive-enzymes.

• Convert pain into purified pastel poignancy.

Be moved. Be cultivated. Get your shine on.

 

Spinach and First Dates

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A dear friend of mine is dating, and that got me thinking about my own dating experiences.  She’s feeling the bloom of new romance. From first date to current, she’s reveling in that intoxicating experience of getting to know someone.  I’m utterly thrilled for her!

My friend is classy, eloquent and highly impressive.  It sounds like her new beau is her equal on all counts. Rock on!

I wish I could say the same for myself.  I’ve got a fabulously awesome partner right now…but that wasn’t always the case.

To explain…I’m not the most orthodox gal.  I’m wired a little funky, and I don’t comply to society’s idea of femininity.

I could write a book about the epic failures I’ve had on first dates (or consecutive failed dates, for that matter).

I’ll suffice to just share this one…

Meet Ben.  Accountant.  Shy.  Well-meaning guy. A good guy.  Really trying hard to make an impression, but we both know within the first hour we’re not really a smart match.  We even admit it to each other!

As Ben relaxes a little, and the pressure is off (because we both know a 2nd date is out of the question), he asks me:

“So…Avia, if you were to describe yourself in under 5 minutes with total, brutal honesty…what would you say?”

This is not the question to ask a ridiculously honest Sagittarius who has had a few Lowenbrau’s on a date.  So I asked Ben, “Are you sure you want the low-down?”  He said, “Absolutely”, with a sly grin.

And this is what I said…

“Photographic memory.  Attended 4 prestigious colleges.  Kicked out of 3.  Earned a degree at the college that didn’t give me the boot.

Don’t always follow the rules, but know how to conjugate a verb, and how to avoid dangling participles.

Multi-Lingual in HTML, XHTML, CSS, SEO, and not too shabby at Spanish.  Pretty sure I could get around in Italy too.

French horn player for 15 years. 3 of those years as a pro, and sat as an alternate for a major metropolitan symphony.

Refuse to drive an automatic.  Jeep driver, always with a standard.  Drove a 18-wheeler too.

Clocked 80,000 miles on a Harley Softail.  Super fun.

Put a few people through school.  Donated thousands to charity. Support my local SPCA.

Been 250 pounds with a fantastic stuttering problem, compounded by an ugly skin condition and chained to an asthma inhaler.  Conquered all that in my 30s.

A product of two amazing parents who are still well-respected and completely awesome.”

There might have been more I divulged to Ben, but I remember keeping it under 5 minutes.

At the end of my deluge, all Ben had to say was this…

That’s all well and good, but you have a big piece of spinach between your front teeth.

Isn’t that nice!?!?

This brings me to the point of this post…

Was I bragging to Ben?  Am I bragging to you?  Yeah…maybe I was, and maybe I am.

But the Universe has a funny way of bringing us down a notch.

It’s fabulous to be aware and proud of our remarkable achievements through our lifetime.  But my experience has taught me not pull out the braggadocio to the enth degree.  Lest we get caught bragging with spinach in our teeth! LOL!

Mostly, I want this post to remind all of us that it’s not what we say about our achievements….it’s what we do with them.  I’ve learned to live as an example…not just talk about stuff I’ve done.

Being a mentor,  an illustration of the best action is the most effective tact in showing others what we’re made of, in my opinion.

Just thinkin’.

xo

PS:  And learning how to laugh at ourselves is a major plus. (see image above).  ;)

FYI:  Ben and I still keep in touch via pen-pal.  He’s a great guy.

 

 

 

 

 

Got a Squabble?

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Do it.  Go for it.  But mimic your quarrels as birds do.

If you’ll notice, most birds jam up against each other – show their stuff – make their meaning known – and then they separate.

They don’t linger on conflict.  They don’t pout.  They don’t stew over who-did-what-to-whom.

Birds make themselves and their viewpoints known.  Whether it’s territory or just a bad vibe, birds let off steam.

This is symbolic…to me, at least.

It speaks to me of giving our friends, family members, and partners a little bit of space.  Let those close to us flare up (in healthy ways), and then let that quarrel fly away.  I mean…really….is it necessary to hold onto this stuff anyway?  I’m betting 90% of our squabbles are just fluff.

Clash if you must.  But do as most birds do…fly out of the storm, and rise above.

It’s a brave heart who is willing to forget, forgive, and move to higher places.

Just thinkin’.

:)

Special thanks to Dave Crotty for the use of his photo featured in this post.

Thank you Mickey…R.I.P.

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Icky Mickey.

Have you ever had a pal who is a complete train wreck?  Someone who just refuses to conform to societal norms?  A guy or gal who just won’t comply to normalcy?

I have.  His name is Mickey.  He was my boss at my very first job in the trucking industry when I was just a teen.  His nickname around the office was “Icky Mickey”.  He didn’t mind the moniker.  In fact, I think he rather liked it.  He had a wee bit of a greasy reputation, and I think he liked it that way.

I could regale you of Mickey-isms….little statements he was renowned for spouting in the midst of dispatching trucks from Dallas to El Paso.  But…alas…if I shared these “Mickey-isms”, this post would be regrettably X-rated. :)

There were things about Mickey that made him a challenge to deal with.  But in my youth, I rather admired his rebellious spirit…his refusal to comply to societal expectations.

Mickey passed away last week.  I’ve said fond farewell’s to many beloved’s in my short time on this Earth, but I think Mickey is the toughest good-bye to cough out from my soul.

Why?

Why is it so hard to release this man who could be said to be shady, off-kilter and questionably motivated?  I guess you would have to know him.  I don’t think many people knew him well…and I suspect he liked it that way.

Mickey was dark, maybe a bit crude.  But he was gifted.  He was intelligent.  He was…in his own right…a king.  What’s more…Mickey gave me something.  He shared his heart with me.  I think that was tough for him, but he did it anyway with his typical recklessness.

I was beaten and mistreated at the age of 16, and again at the age of 22.

I didn’t know what to do in either instance.  For whatever reason, I chose to take solace in Icky Mickey.  Do you know what he did?   He talked to me.  He spoke to me in hard-core terms.  He revealed some major reality to me.  He took me to Whataburger and laid down some heavy-duty facts of life amidst a sea of salty french fries and a big chocolate milkshake he bought for me.  Mickey did this with a type of compassion that was both steely and soft at the same time.  This guy was kind of crusty….but he showed me he had a tremendous heart.  Not once…but twice.

Looking back on my time with Mickey…it seemed clear he was always looking out for me…maybe like a little sister.  I wish I had taken more time to love him the way he deserved…respect him more…understand him more.

So what’s the point of all this?  I suppose I’d just like to encourage all of us to never judge books by their covers.  If you have a train wreck in your life…try to recognize the beauty within the damage.

Mostly, I guess I just want to encourage all of us to say “thank you” to those unspoken hero’s who crack open their hard shells…make themselves vulnerable for a brief moment in time…for no other reason than to give comfort to a soul in need.

To all those who are deemed ‘broken’ and/or misunderstood…my thoughts are with you.

I love you Mickey.  Thank you for helping me.  May you rest in peace.

 

Sky Scrying and a Devotional to My Friend Ruth…

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When I was a kid, I had the luxury and pleasure of running into a unique woman named Ruth.  She was regal, eccentric, highly intelligent and an over-all colorful being.  I’m grateful fate brought us together.  She gave my young, impressionable mind lots to ponder.  Many of the insights you see on whats-your-sign.com were inspired by Ruth.

Ruth passed away about a decade ago.  Luckily, her tutelage and installations of wonder stuck in the awkward kid (me) she chose to befriend.  Thank you, Ruth for your kindness and for taking me under your wing.

This blog post is a bit of a homage to Ruth.  Today is her birthday.

This post is also about sky-scrying.  Ruth taught it to me.  Sky-scrying is a fancy word for looking up into the heavens and letting our imagination’s seek something wondrous.  Ruth and I would spend hours looking into the skies.  We’d point and say: “Oh lookie!!!!  A donkey! An elephant! A salamander!”

All clouds look like dragons or phoenix’s to me….but Ruth saw all manner of elegance and life.

Ruth…I love you.  Every time I look into the skies and see clouds, I think of you.  Thank you for all you taught me…especially sky-scrying.

Look into the skies.   Do your own sky-scrying.  Maybe say a good word for my fond friend while you’re up there in the ethers. :)

May all your cloud formations be beautiful and inspiring,

Avia

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Other Articles of Interest:

Cloud Dispersions and Symbolic Cloud Meaning

Cloud Tattoo Ideas and Meaning

Sylphs…Energies of the Air

Pictograms and Interpreting Symbolic Meanings

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Pictograms and Interpreting Symbolic Meanings

Stumped about a symbolic meaning? It happens. Sometimes, symbolic phenomenon crops up in our awareness, and we might become confounded about its meaning, or how it applies to our lives. Through my own personal interpretations, I found a neat, simple tool that can help with getting unstuck when interpreting symbolic events. Pictograms.

A pictogram is nothing more than a simple picture that represents a physical object. Similarly, an ideogram is an image that represents a concept or idea. Either way, both are useful in the practice of puzzling together a symbolic episode. Why? Because pictures convey far more gravitas than words or mental concepts.

Often, when we keep seeing something that may be a symbolic message – we tend to hold the concept in our mind. This is an ephemeral place for symbolic concepts to live. But when we sketch out the event on paper, we essentially pour it out from the ether (our mind) and let it spill into the material realm. This allows fluffy concepts to concretize, galvanize and prompts solid conclusions.

Our ancient ancestors knew this. Consider Egyptian hieroglyphs. Or cave drawings. There’s a reason pictograms pre-date the written word. Pictures are an “in-your-face” expression of important concepts and messages.

So how do we use ideograms and pictograms to interpret symbolic meanings? Simple.

Here’s how: Draw a picture of your symbolic phenomena on a piece of paper. Put a plus sign (+) after your initial symbol-picture. Next, draw any other surrounding elements that caught your awareness surrounding the symbolic event. For each picture you’ve drawn, assign one word that sums up a meaning for the symbol. For example, if you’re wondering why those crows are following you everywhere…what’s one word that represents crow-energy to you? Write that above your picture of the crow.

When you have a string of pictograms, write an equal sign (=) at the end. Here’s an example of a pictogram equation that can help interpret symbolic meaning:

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Ideally, the process of drawing engages the creative centers of the brain which allow for a more fluid process of interpretation.

In the above example, a friend of mine designated one word for each of the elements she kept seeing in her dreams and even in her daily routine. By just simply jotting these items down along with a basic meaning for each, she was able to piece together a symbolic dialogue.

In this example, my friend determined she needed a little more freedom (horse) in order to grow (tree) and feel more light-hearted (sun).

This may seem like an oversimplified method to interpreting our symbolic meanings. Nevertheless, I’ve found that some of the most basic approaches gain the biggest insight…especially if our symbolic encounters seem vast, obscure or overwhelming.

Give it a try. Just break down your symbolic observations into simple icons. Assign one word to each of your symbols. Then let your awareness meander upon your pictogram. I’m betting your equation will offer you insightful solutions to your symbolic questions.

Happy pictogramming!

Other Articles of Interest:

Using Symbolism for Guidance

Symbolism vs. Superstition

Creating a Personal Symbol