Act of Kindness

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.” Rumi

Here’s my act of kindness…with literal iridescent wings…

As I was on my hands and knees cleaning out winter’s leaves from my little pond/waterfall in the garden, prepping for no more rain so I could fill it again, I heard a strange fluttering sound.

I looked up, and right above my head, I saw a Mourning Cloak butterfly held captive in a spider’s web, desperately trying to break free.

I immediately sprung to my feet (well, not SO immediately because I’m still careful not to further injure my torn meniscus that I’m stubbornly refusing to surgically repair) and freed the butterfly from certain death.

S/he fell to the ground because a very tiny bit of sticky web was holding freedom hostage and s/he couldn’t open her wings and fly away.

I sat next to her and very gently pulled off the remains of the spider web, hoping I hadn’t damaged anything, and the butterfly took off like a rocket. I couldn’t believe how fast s/he was. I never saw it again.

Poor little thing was a bit battle weary and bedraggled, but seemed to be OK after the ordeal with the spider web.

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

Have you ever touched the wings of a moth or butterfly and gotten some “powder” on your fingers? If you look through a microscope, that powder is actually tiny scales.These scales give butterflies and moths their scientific name Lepidoptera (from the Greek Lepido = scale, and ptera = wing). Each scale can be a different color and when placed next to each other, the mosaic makes up the color patterns we see. Curated from essig.berkeley.edu/exhibits/butterflywings/

Interesting, huh?

While it’s best not to touch a butterfly’s wings because it might inhibit their ability to fly, there was really nothing else I could do to save him/her. https://essig.berkeley.edu/exhibits/butterflywings/

Here’s the spiritual meaning of a butterfly with its wings stuck together by a spider web: It holds a powerful, dualistic spiritual message, often representing a, tension between the need for transformation and the reality of entrapment or stagnation. It suggests that a, period of metamorphosis or personal growth is being hindered by fear, limiting beliefs, or external obstacles. That’s pretty intense, don’t you agree?

No matter what it means, it’s a good feeling to help a wld creature.

What Is Enlightenment

“Enlightenment is when a wave realizes it is the ocean.”

Photo by Enchanted Seasells

It’s always a good idea to start out a new week with a positive message from Thich Nhat Hanh, even if I’m not 100% sure I know what it means.

I’ll have to cogitate on it because the nuance is a bit elusive right now, like I think I get it, but it’s just out of reach, which is annoying.

Joyful Full Flower Moon on May Day!

"The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, 
With silent delight sits and smiles on the night." — William Blake
Image from Pinterest

This is a great time to make a wish because there will be two full moons in May!

The first one is the Flower Moon (in Scorpio) and will reach its peak tomorrow, May 1⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, while the second full moon, the Blue Moon (which is also a micromoon), peaks at the end of the month on May 31 

This full moon symbolizes the peak of spring, blooming, and full expression, urging us to step into our potential and allow our personal growth to “bloom”.

It’s also May Day, to honor the arrival of spring (Beltane).

Beltane traditions include dancing around maypoles, creating flower crowns, and placing flowers on neighbors’ doorsteps.

I’ll try to remember to place my crystals on the deck to absorb all of the positive and cleansing energies of the full moon, along with a carafe of water to charge with lunar energy for intention-setting and healing.

It’s the best way to kick off my birthday month and the best day of all to celebrate, Mother’s Day!

A Grain of Sand

To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wildflower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
-William Blake

Sometimes all you need is to lie in the sand and breathe.

Orchid Rescue

A while back a neighbor was tossing out a few orchid plants that she thought were dead or dying. I rescued them, gave them love, and patiently waited.

I’ve been rewarded with not one, but two of them throwing spikes and blooming at the same time!

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

Best of all, they’re one of the few flowers that don’t trigger my allergies!

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

Slightly different shades of fuchsia bring joy.

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

I don’t know why anyone would discard an orchid; they’re not that difficult to maintain and there’s immense satisfaction when they rebloom.

I found an obscure poem about orchids by José Santos Chocano, written in the 1920s:

The Orchids

Freaks of bright crystal, airy beauties fair,
Whose enigmatic forms amaze the eye—
Crowns fit to deck Apollo’s brows on high,
Adornments meet for halls of splendor rare!
They spring from knots in tree-trunks, rising there
In sweet gradation; winding wondrously,
They twist their serpent stems, and far and nigh
Hang overhead like wingless birds in air.

Lonely, like pensive heads, all fetterless.
Lofty and free they bloom; by no dull chain
Their flowers to any tyrant root are bound;
Because they too, at war with pettiness,
Desire to live, like souls that know no stain,
Without one touch of contact with the ground.

To Be Wild

“To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.” —Robert Bly

Credit to the artist: From Pinterest

Dawn’s Secrets

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The breeze at dawn has secrets
to tell you.
Don’t go back
to sleep.
-Rumi

Silence

The silence came
And within it
I knew
Nothing
Would ever be the same

Poem by Athey Thompson
Photo by Enchanted Seashells

 A Secret Path

Even if all the doors are closed…
A secret path will be there for you that no one knows.  
Shams Tabrizi

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 Back to self, back to joy.

According to Google, Shams Tabrizi (c. 1185–1248) was a wandering Persian Sufi mystic born in Tabriz, Iran. While he traveled extensively, he is best known for being the spiritual guide of Rumi in the 1240s. He later lived and died in Khoy, Iran, where his shrine is located.

(I figured this was more positive than commenting on current events.)

When I Am Silent

“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.” Rumi

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