“Hey guys! I think I found the ocean!”
I made two important decisions today. One, was that I am in a position, thanks to marvels of modern technology, to perform a large amount of my work this summer whilst at the pool.
And the other was to make an appointment with a Jungian Psychotherapist. If only poor Frances had been so lucky. It is a significantly less invasive procedure.
So I have been, but true to my own nature, I couldn’t resist a little Google Questing.
Native American Meaning – Ant medicine calls to our attention patience, persistence and endurance.
Chinese Meaning – The Chinese identify the ant as “the righteous insect” and attribute orderliness, virtue, and patriotism to it; an alternate symbolism is subordination, especially that of the tireless and dutiful servant.
Islamic Meaning – Islamic tradition honors the ant as the earthly teacher of Solomon, and an embodiment of wisdom.
Earlier tonight, while sitting in the bathtub reading, I was struck by a sentence. “I can find a perfect bee, but not a perfect me.”
I then watched as an ant stepped out of the crack where the tile meets the tub, one which I have literally dug out and re-caulked at least five times now to no avail. I don’t know why it keeps cracking. It just does.
The ant walked around dutifully for a while back and forth and around and around. Then he walked the grid of the grout like it was a sideways city. Finally, he walked over the edge of the tub and stuck his feelers in my Epson salt laden bath. He paused for a moment and then walked back up the side of the tub and promptly disappeared from where he came.
I could have smooshed him, but I just couldn’t stop laughing about what his report might be, when he gets back home.