Ladybugs the harbinger of luck

2 ladybugsAlmost everywhere I have ever lived in my adult life, Ladybugs (also know as Ladybird Beetles) have lived in my home. I never really thought about it until recently; but it just occurred to me that not everyone cohabitates with Ladybugs. Even when we moved from New York to California, Ladybugs showed up in our new home. You might think that they traveled in our plants, but our plants did not survive the trip. When we moved back to New York, there they were again. They have become main fixtures in my life.

As a toddler, Mathew used to play with them and bring them to me when they started to emit an odor and say, “Mommy this one smells bad.” I would explain that they smelled bad when they weren’t happy and suggested he leave them alone in hopes he would understand his playing disturbed the Ladybugs; it never really seeped in. Ladybugs have a great defense mechanism, similar to skunks. If they are startled or tormented, a foul-smelling fluid will seep from its leg joints, leaving yellow stains. Potential predators are hopefully deterred by the smelly mix of alkaloids, and equally perhaps repulsed by the sight of a seemingly sickly beetle. Ladybug larvae can ooze alkaloids from their abdomens, as well.

ladybug woodSome people believe that if a critter shows up in your life, they have a message for you. I decided to look up what type of message the Ladybug may have for me.

If Ladybug has flown into your life:

“The appearance of a Ladybug heralds a time of luck in which our wishes begin to be fulfilled.  Higher goals and new heights are now possible. Worries begin to dissipate. New happiness comes about. Ladybug also cautions not to try too hard or go too fast to fulfill our dreams. Let things flow at their natural pace. In the due course of time, our wishes will all come true.”

Alternatively, they could be signaling that you can leave your worries behind and that new happiness is on its way. Ladybug signals you not to be scared to live your own truth. Protect your truth and know that it is yours to honor.”

Sounds good to me, they can come and live with me all they want.ladybug fork

 

Everyone needs a hug

Hi, my name is Debbie and I am a hugger. I have always been a hugger, not so much a hand shaker or a kiss on the cheek kinda girl, just a plain old hugger. My college roommate loves to remind me about our college days when we were out on the town I would get to a point where I couldn’t contain my deep admiration for the person I was talking with or near to and put my hands high up in the air to signal for a hug. Everyone knew if I put both hands up in the air, I was looking to give a hug. I have always hugged people with both arms up and around their neck, perhaps due to my height “impairment.” A number of individuals when returning the hug would lift me up off my feet. Sometimes, I would go around the table hugging; and at other times I just couldn’t stop myself and thought everyone needed a hug. Even if I didn’t know them, it just seemed wrong to leave anyone out.

I am still a hugger. Although I do not spend nights out on the town much anymore, I do still catch people off guard when I come in for a hug. I am definitely more aware of personal space nowadays and signal folks before I give them a hug. Rarely do I simply throw my hand up in the air to a stranger nowadays. Nevertheless, I truly believe the benefits of a hug outweighs the moment of discomfort a person may experience when caught off guard by a loving hug.

These days my hugs tend to be triggered by moments when I feel a person’s need to be soothed or healed as opposed to my need to show them a sign of appreciation. Lately, I find people are struggling more often and need a loving hug to balance and help bring them back to center. Sometimes it is hard to hug those people ~ they tend be in an irritable mood and are barking at me. These are the moments when I would rather run in the other direction than go in for a hug. But folks, nothing feels better when a grouchy person relaxes in your arms and returns the love.

Sometimes I do forget to hug. The other morning, Mathew woke up in such a foul mood; nothing was good or right in the world. It took so much energy for me to be calm and respond lovingly that I misplaced my hug for him when I said goodbye. Nevertheless, Mathew knew what he needed and came over to me with his arms out and wouldn’t let go. It was such a long sweet loving hug that filled me with such joy and helped both of us regain our center. Hugs are wonderful; everyone needs them on a regular basis. Try to never forget it.

Hugs = smiles