I love my peacock, mainly because my husband loved him so much. When my husband was alive, the peacock had no interest in me. But after Steve passed, it only took a couple of months for “Bird” to warm up to me. Now we are best friends. When I see him, I can’t help thinking of my sweet man.
I was curious about symbolism of the peacock in eastern philosophies so I researched it. What I found was images of a Being, playing a flute and wearing a crown of peacock feathers. Now I was really interested, since I play the flute.
According to my philosophical research, the heart is considered a reed. All our sufferings and mishaps make the reed hollow, boring holes in it for each sad thing that has happened to us. Now the heart can be played as a flute with your very own unique sounds. You created your own notes in the flute with your sorrows.
The plumes of peacock feathers that create a crown around the head represents the beautiful music you are now playing after all you have been through.
I truly “get” this and will forever think of my wounded heart as an instrument of beautiful sounds that are the result of my sufferings.
What a beautiful image to imagine.
DeeDee
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That is a beautiful picture, indeed!! Good to see this, this morn!! ❤
Thank you sweet soulmate friend. You brighten my world.
SO LOVELY DEE DEE.
Thanks, sweetie! And how the hell are you? I know the weather has been challenging for the east coast.
I have always been in love with the magical Peacock! Never thought to research any philosophical research but I certainly am glad you did. Thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts on your research! You always give me great thoughts to ponder. I love you dear DeeDee!
Thanks sweet Patsy. I love you too. I wish you would allow me to visit you at your home. You are such a comfort to me. How about it? Also read my new post from this morning about “letting go of hanging on”