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Blessings From the Bluebird

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When you see a bluebird, expect a blessing!

The Beauty of Bluebird Meaning

I saw a bluebird this morning. Some folks might say, "So what? Big deal!" Well actually, it is a big deal.  The bluebird is legendary in many cultures for being an extremely good omen.

My sighting of this bright beauty could not have come at a better time.  You see, I'm going through a real crummy phase in life. I suppose all of us are to an extent. Nobody's life is perfect. But these days have been pretty freaking dark for me. So seeing the bluebird really lifted my spirits.

Maybe that seems flimsy in the face of some serious crud I'm going through - but on the other hand - sometimes it's the smallest blessings that get us through a brutal moment. Wouldn't you agree?

I think many Native American tribes would agree.  Pueblo, Iroquois and Navajo all viewed the bluebird as a rare and beautiful sign of prosperity. This good fortune was particularly relevant in terms of fertility. When someone in the tribe spotted a bluebird, it was a clear sign of some kind of new birth or blessing on the horizon.

All this symbolism has a lot to do with the season the bluebird is associated with. In Native perspective, the bluebird represents springtime. This time of year represents lovely things like: Growth, birth, change and renewal. So it's no wonder the bluebird is a signal of some good changes cropping up in our lives.

The bluebird is also helpful in times of serious transition. There is an old Native Pima legend that expresses the bluebird's connection to positive change. The legend says that once upon a time there was a terribly ugly bird that hung around the camp.  One day, the unsightly bird found a magical lake situated close to the tribe.  After bathing several times in the lake's special waters, the ugly bird was transformed into a beautiful blue wonder-bird.

I think the moral of this story addresses exactly what I am going through, and what many of you might be enduring too.  This legend points to some ugly times in our lives. But as we move through life, we are bound to experience some gifts of promise and faith.  By submerging ourselves in healing waters of hope and anticipating positive results, we are blessed on our journey through transitioning into a better phase of life.

I hope this post on bluebird meaning offers you some hope and assurance.

As always, thanks for reading.

May all your moments be blessed with bluebird beauty,

Avia

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Good Luck Bugs

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Bugs might not seem like good luck, but a closer look reveals a different view.

Good Luck Bugs – Finding Fortune in the Fields

I realize bugs aren’t everybody’s best friend.  That’s okay.  You don’t have to get all cuddly-wuddly with bugs to gain good luck from them.

A lot of symbolic meaning of good luck bugs comes from cultural perception.  For example, the spider might not seem a likely candidate for luck. In fact, they are villainized in some cultures. But spider’s were high-fortune bearers in Greco-Roman, Native American, African and other cultures.

Even if we leave cultural opinion out of the lucky mix, most bugs provide good luck simply by existing.  Bugs like butterflies and bees pollinate thousands of flowers. Dung beetles help cattle by removing feces, making things more hygienic. Earthworms aerate the soil, making it more viable for good things to grow.

You get my drift. Whether good luck bugs get their rap by nature, superstition or culture – they are indeed capable of being very lucky for humans.  The following are six examples of good luck bugs…



good luck bug butterfly
Butterflies spread luck by pollinating tons of flowers every season.

Butterfly:
These babies are so pretty, you can feel lucky just seeing one! As a matter of fact, in Christian lore, the butterfly is considered a blessing because it represents freedom of the flesh and opening to the spirit. This is symbolically demonstrated by the butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

In Japanese culture, the butterfly is considered lucky in love.  Butterflies are embroidered on matrimonial garments as a benediction for a long and happy marriage.

The Native American Hopi considered the butterfly to be one of the beings who created the world. I suppose this is very lucky, because without a world, none of us would be here!

The Maori of New Zealand believe the butterfly is good luck for a healthy, long life…even immortality.  It was also considered a symbol of freedom and lucky for advancing ourselves into better places in life.

Get More on Symbolic Meaning of the Butterfly Here


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Crickets are good luck in China, and often kept for pets for good blessings

Crickets:
You wouldn’t think this little guy would be among the good luck bugs, but you might be surprised. Case in point, both Chinese and Mediterranean cultures believed the cricket to be extremely lucky. It was thought their chirping was a song of blessing upon good crops, and protection of the home.

In early Europe, crickets were considered good omens, and protectors or hearth and home. It was considered bad luck to kill one when found in the home or garden.  In England there is a belief that crickets are a kind of guardian and watched over the family within the home, protecting them from evil spirits.

Some Native American legends honor the cricket because they are mostly nocturnal.  As such, their chirping is a loving song that protects the people of the tribe against bad dreams.

Learn More About Symbolic Meaning of Crickets Here.






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Ladybugs are commonly considered lucky in love

Ladybugs:
By far, the ladybug is the luckiest in the garden.  Not only do they pollinate, they also gobble up 100’s of aphids a day and those suckers can be disastrous to plants and crops.

In America, the common cultural consensus about the ladybug is lucky. If one lands on you, it’s considered very fortuitous, and killing one is considered bad luck.  Making a wish on a ladybug in your hand will come true when the ladybug flies away.  According to lucky superstition, counting the spots on a ladybug indicates your lucky month. For example, if ladybug has four spots, in four months, expect a windfall of good luck (according to superstition that is).

There is an ancient Chinese legend that links the ladybug with luck in love. The story goes that when a ladybug comes to call, it is a sign that true love will also pay us a visit. Further renditions of the legend state the number of spots on the ladybug indicate the amount of months that will pass until we are united with our true love.

Learn More About Ladybug Meanings and Symbolism Here.


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Praying mantis is lucky in achieving goals.

Praying Mantis:
These guys can win any bug-eating competition hands-down. That makes them very good luck bugs in the garden.

Shaolin monks in Asia closely observed the mantis, and revered it for its elegant movements.  From this intense observation, the monks created a meditative form of martial arts similar to Tai Chi.  This makes the mantis lucky in balancing peace with defense. Kung Fu is also based on the mantis movements.  The Chinese believed the mantis was lucky in achieving peace and resolving problems without violence, which is ironic, for sure.  But these fighting styles were created more for reverence and inner development than defense.

In Africa the mantis is lucky in dreams.  When we dream of a mantis, it is almost always followed with a solution to a problem we are struggling with.  It is believed the praying mantis whispers an answer to a conflict while we sleep. Upon waking up we must remember the message and that will help us through our troubles.

Learn More About Praying Mantis Meaning and Symbolism Here.


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Caterpillars are considered good luck bugs in terms of rebirth and renewal

Caterpillar:
The caterpillar is good luck in old England if one pitter patters across your garden.  In this case, it’s tradition to gently take the caterpillar and toss it over your shoulder to solidify that good luck. I’m not sure how lucky it is for the caterpillar to be flung about, but there you go. Another English tradition is to take a caterpillar, put it in a bag, and if worn around the neck it can prevent respiratory ailments like whooping cough. Again, maybe not so lucky for the caterpillar.  Oh, and consult your physician before tying caterpillars around your neck.

The Indian Upanishads indicate the caterpillar among good luck bugs because of the way they progress through life. There is philosophical appreciation for the way the caterpillar gracefully moves from leaf to leaf – this is considered lucky in travel and moving forward in life.  Then, due to it’s transition from larva, chrysalis to butterfly it is thought to be lucky in transitions.  Whether changing jobs or moving into a new home, the caterpillar is believed to be an omen for luck in any change in life.

In Native American tradition, the caterpillar is believed to be lucky in love.  This is especially true with sex.  Yep, you read that right.  The caterpillar is considered a lucky charm for good sex and also successful conception of a child.

Learn More About Symbolic Caterpillar Meaning Here.


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Bees are good luck bugs due to their sweet gifts of honey

Bees:
In nature, bees are obviously top on the good luck bugs list.  They pollinate at mind-blowing rates.  They insure the continuation of countless plants and flowers.  Then there is their byproduct – honey. If you ask me and Pooh bear, we’re lucky just to have a pot of honey!

In ancient Egypt, the bee was a lucky emblem because it was believed to be the giver of life.  It represented life, birth, death and resurrection.  It was also a lucky symbol of strength and power. Apparently the Egyptians associated the bee with lightning and the sun. Bees were said to be born from the tears of the sun god Ra. This made encounters with bees a lucky sign of gaining strength and winning battles.

In Greek and Roman myth the bee is lucky in business.  You’ve heard the term ‘busy as a bee.’  Well, the Greco-Roman’s observed their industriousness and considered the bee as a symbol of success when hard work is applied to any endeavor.

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I hope you enjoyed this article on good luck bugs.  I further hope these insights might help bring about more acceptance of bugs for those of you who might be creeped out by them.

These are certainly not all the good luck bugs in the world.  There are tons of bugs, so there are tons of them that are considered highly fortuitous.  I’d encourage you to do further research on this topic, and embrace the lucky potential of the insect world.  Get buggy!

As always thanks for reading.  If you enjoyed this article, please check out these related links below:

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Dogs and Defining Moments – Update

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The Whole Clan. From Left to Right: Kip, Chadwick, Avia and Gus

Meaningful Dog Moments

Back in September of last year, I wrote a post about my symbolic journey with my dogs.  If you're interested, you can read it here: Doggone Awesome Defining Moments.

That post reveals my utter newbie-ness about having dogs. Before the boys (all rescue dogs) started showing up, I hadn't had a dog in over 20 years.

And now I have three.  Soon to be FOUR!  Ack!  Fortunately, I live on a nice big piece of land.  Somewhat UNfortunately, I live in a tiny home, about 300 sq. ft. Lemme tell ya...it gets tight with one human and three dogs.

Avia with Hank, newest member of the pack.

Am I crazy for getting a fourth dog?  Absolutely!  Classic madness on my part.  But maybe not.  My dogs: Kip, Gus, Chadwick and soon-to-be Hank (shown above) have given me more sanity than I've ever had.

I'll admit, I get berserk sometimes. My dogs, even though mighty feisty, calm me completely.

I'll also admit, I can be a total sloth - slow and unmotivated. My boys force me to move. Even in my most sluggish moments, my dogs push me to go outside with them, feed them, love them...eventually all that action replenishes my energy, and I'm often able to get some work done due to their prompting.

In my first post, I confess that each dog I rescued was a remarkable defining moment.  At that time I took in another stray, whom I named Penny.  Since then, I found Penny's true owner. She lives right behind me, and Penny, being ancient (18 years old) and nearly deaf simply couldn't find her way back.

I saw a poster with Penny's picture on it at the local market.  Now, this is three months and 100's of dollars in vet bills later. In short, I was really attached to Penny at that point.  But, with my heart breaking, I made the phone call to her real owner.  The reunion was a sweet one, but I bawled like a baby for weeks over not having her in my home.  She pawed her way into my heart, and I was crushed by her absence.

Chadwick, the most recent addition to our pack.

My best friend, Dave calls me every day. Maybe he got sick of me bemoaning my loss of Penny.  Maybe he saw a need to fill my void.  Whatever his thought process, Dave told me to quit my bellyaching and rescue another dog! He was much nicer in his delivery than that, but I got the point. So that's exactly what I did.  Meet the newest member of the family, Chadwick (shown above).

This little guy is like a cranky old man, but he's a darling. And yes, he does have little dog syndrome.  Oy!

When I first got him, there was a big adjustment period for us both, but now Chaddywhack never leaves my side.  It's almost as if he needs to be close to me all the time.  The big boys, Gus and Kip love their mamma, but they're not as needy as the little boy.

The big boys: Gus and Kip

Speaking of Gus and Kip, they continue to amaze me every day.  They are so sweet, I've gone diabetic. And their personalities get more developed and bold every day.

It is a privilege to watch them, know them and grow with them.  A truly special bond that equals no other kind of relationship.  Here are the big boys, Gus and Kip shown above.

Now a fourth beastie is soon to come into the fold.  Hank.  My niece took in a stray dog who happened to be pregnant.  I swear pregnant strays have 'sucker-radar'.  They sniff out soft hearts that will take them in so they can pop out their babies in a safe place. I had a cat named Suki who roped me into her pregnancy plan. I almost had a stroke when the vet told me she was pregnant.  But that's a totally different story to visit another day.

Hank (shown below) is still in the process of weaning off his mamma.  I expect he'll have his homecoming the end of March.  Goddess help me get through the potty training and teething.  :o

But how could I say 'no' to this ridiculously cute little guy?  You tell me....

Hank comes home end of March

So what's my point to all this blathering and boasting about my dogs?  Well, foremost, I'm pretty sure I'm just babbling and bragging about my dogs. Lol.  But the secondary point is how incredibly therapeutic our animals can be.  Further, there's something remarkably special about a dog and the bond with his/her owner.

I've had cats, snakes, fish, and an iguana.  I've had a pet rat, gerbil, rabbit and even a pet horny toad. I've hung out with horses, and befriended ferrets.  Side note here: If you haven't guessed, my first 'real' job was working at a pet store.  Believe it or not, lots of creatures were dropped at the front door of the store.  Yep. You pegged it.  I took in every critter that needed a home.  Thus my Dr. Doolittle diversity in pet ownership.

At any rate, my point is this:  There is nothing like the connection between canine and human.  For sure, a bond was formed between me and all the various creatures I cared for.  But it was my dogs who taught me stuff.  Huh?  Yeah.  Dogs teach, and they give, and they need you on a whole different level than a rat or a cat.  Sure, other pets need you for food, and a modicum of attention.  But a dog needs you with all his/her heart and soul.  So what have dogs taught me over the years?  Here are a few big dog lessons I've learned...

Top Five Dog Lessons I've Learned:

dog meaning, dog lessons  1) Dog forgiveness is infinite.  At times, I can be most cantankerous. Sometimes I get crabby with my dogs. But you know what? They always forgive me.  So much so, that they have taught me the extreme importance of forgiveness.


dog meaning, dog lessons 2) Dog joy is on steroids.  Seriously, I've never witnessed such bliss.  When dogs get happy (which is more often than not) it's like watching a kid at a carnival with cotton candy in one hand, and cuddly stuffed animal her dad won at a game of chance in the other hand. It's unreal how dogs beam with joy.  They even smile!  This has taught me there is more benefit to bliss than being blue all the time.


dog meaning, dog lessons 3) Dog gratitude is intense. My dogs seems so grateful for the tiniest things. From a scratch behind the ears, to a wee treat, dogs are just so incredibly thankful.  This, of course, is a big lesson for anybody - especially me.  My dogs have taught me to have an attitude of gratitude for everything and in every moment.  Even something so commonplace as running water - I get grateful.  This is especially true when times are tough.  That's when giving thanks really matters. In short, I'm grateful my dogs showed me the importance of being thankful - even for the smallest things.


dog meaning, dog lessons 4) Dogs take protection personally.  My dogs take protecting me and my property very seriously.  Sometimes it's hard for me to perceive these sweet babies transform into fierce, feral beasts when they sense a threat.  And they make that shift from pacifist to "I'm gonna chew your face off" mode within a blink of an eye!  It's quite staggering to observe sometimes.  At any rate, my dogs have taught me there is a time for being passive and a time for aggression.  Further, this behavior has reinforced a belief I've always held: Protect that which is sacred, and do it to the tooth. Meaning, I go ballistic when it comes to protecting my dogs and my peeps.


dog meaning, dog lessons  5) Dogs are love machines.  Canine love is primal.  It's a special brand of love.  I've never seen anything like it.  Human love can often be complex, or come with strings attached.  Not dogs.  Their love is unconditional and pure adoration.  From sloppy kisses to full body hugs - wagging tails to barks of bliss...dogs got love like Serena Williams got game. Hands down, dogs know how to love far better than most humans.  In fact, my dogs have taught me a lot about how to love with abandon...no conditions, no expectations, just pure love.  That's perhaps the biggest lesson I've learned from my boys.


In closing, I just want to thank you all for indulging me in this post on dog and defining moments.  To be sure, dog meaning, dog messages and dog lessons are extremely simple - but hugely profound.

I hope you enjoyed this dog article.  I know I got carried away with blathering about my boys.  But I hope the lessons I've learned are also available to you, because they are priceless on any path in life.

If you liked this blog post on dog meanings and defining moments, check out the dog links below.  They may offer deeper inspiration (I promise, I don't blab and brag on my other articles like I did in this one. lol).

As always, thanks for reading.

May all your dog days be dazzling,

Brightly,

Avia


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Melting Glass Walls – An Excerpt from Pronoia

The following is an excerpt from Rob Brezny’s book, Pronoia (a book I highly recommend, by the way).  This excerpt was written by Nia Fil, and it moved me for its sincerity and simplicity.  I asked Rob Brezny of Free Will Astrology if I could re-publish this excerpt here, and he graciously granted permission.  I hope you enjoy this enlightening slice of perception as much as I did. 

Frosted Glass - Melting Glass Walls of Separation
Frosted Glass - Melting Glass Walls of Separation

MY PRONOIAC TESTIMONY
by Nil Fia

I’ve always felt there was a glass wall between me and the world — a see-
through barrier that kept me in my place and everything else in its place,
never the twain shall meet.

But a week ago, as I was driving through the streets of my home city of
Detroit, something odd happened. I seemed to reach out an inner finger
and touch the inside of that glass wall I gaze through. And for the first
time ever, my finger sunk into the glass, just a bit.

A little while later, I did it again, and this time my finger went right
through the glass. Or rather, maybe, the glass was not there, at least
momentarily. There was no longer any boundary between what I saw and
where I was seeing it from.

In other words, the whole world was inside my head. Either that, or my
head had just dissolved.

Let me backtrack. A few months ago, I hated my job. I despaired that my
hobby would ever amount to anything. There was never enough time, and
whatever time there was, I spent it trying to get done all the things I
hated doing but had to do. And then I failed at the whole enterprise, and
not only didn’t I have time to do anything I liked, but I wasn’t getting
anywhere with the stuff I didn’t like, either.

Life was one big miserable chore that never ended. It just bled from day
to day, sucking the vitality out of everything. Even weekends. This in
spite of the fact that I’ve never considered myself a miserable person. I
always thought that being annoyed 24/7 and never having time to be
happy was part of being an adult, and I tried to handle it bravely.

But then on that day last week, I put my hand through the glass — I still
don’t know how — and suddenly the way the morning sunlight lay on the
overpass during my way to work cracked a big smile on my face, and the
whole miserable commute seemed worth it.

The next day, I spent a chunk of the ride to work looking at the trees, and
being thrilled that so much amazing greenery, so many unreproducible
shapes and colors, could fit in my head at once. What used to be “just
another tree” was now an utterly unique thing that I would never have the
gift of having in my head again.

This new knack didn’t go away. It started creeping into other daily
moments. I’m still moving in and out of it now, many days later.
It’s not that stupid things make me happy; it’s that everything makes me
happy. Taking a breath makes me happy. Hearing a human voice makes
me happy. Feeling my hand rise up against gravity and sweep through the
air on its own makes me happy. Yesterday this state — which I like to call
“bliss fugue” — came on after I whacked my knee on the table. The pain
made me happy! Happier than maybe I’ve ever been!

Here’s the weirdest thing about the happiness: It seems completely
uncaused. Not only do my flashes seem to exist in a vacuum. I would
swear the feeling seems to be a characteristic of the vacuum. The
vacuum I refer to, of course, is the sucking of myself and the world into
each other that happens whenever I penetrate that glass wall between us.

I’m truly content folding laundry. I happily concentrate on every spot on
my dishes. Not all the time, but more and more. And it seems the more
stuff gets through the glass wall — the more the world becomes
immersed in me and I in it — the less time everything takes, and the more
I enjoy the “free time,” 10 seconds of which suddenly seem like enough
to justify having been alive all these years.

This is one of those “I might be doing something right, or I might be
losing my mind” things, but I’ve done those before; so I’m cool with it.
But I will mention one side-effect: mild fear. Not during the state itself —
I’m not sure it’d be possible to feel afraid then, though I haven’t had
occasion to test that — but afterward, as I connect to the realization that
something is happening to me that might really muck around with my
ordinary old life. (Did I say above that I was miserable with my daily life?
Well, that doesn’t mean I’m not attached to it.)

Already once or twice I’ve done this thing and had people notice, and
their reaction is always alarm or distaste: “Hel-LO? Are you OK? What are
you staring at? Is something wrong?” So far, this has always snapped me
right out of it. I don’t know how I’d react to people if this state continues
to happen more frequently and for longer periods, and I get stuck dealing
with people from within it. (Would I then be talking to the voices in my
head, I wonder?)

I’ve also noticed that when the bliss fugue hits me, tears sometimes come
out of my eyes due to the weirdest things: the smell of the wind, a bird
that stops and looks at me, a shoelace lying on the sidewalk. I can’t
explain that. I’m not normally an emotional person, especially not in
public.

Well, there you go. Something for your Outlaw Catalog of Happiness: the
Joy of Nothing. ;) I’m going for a walk now, and see if I can do it again.


Note: This is an excerpt written by Nia Fil from Rob Brezny’s book, Pronoia (click the link to grab the book, which is totally grab-worthy).  And if you don’t know who Rob Brezny is, you should.   Check out his wicked-awesome-jump-jivin-vibe here: FreeWill Astrology