Friday, April 13, 2018

Ribbit! Freedom's Song: An Angel Message

While sitting on the patio the other day, taking a break in nature, inspiration suddenly struck.  The wrought iron baker's rack could be moved to the front yard to fill in a hole where the hibiscus once thrived. A colorful flower box of bright blooms would fit the rack just right.  I got busy unloading the empty pots of various sizes and shapes from the shelves.  When I lifted an upside down clay pot, a little frog looked up at me bewildered by the sudden light.  Apparently the little fellow had crawled inside the drainage hole at the bottom and grew too big to escape that way.

I was so happy to set him free--no telling how long he'd been waiting, but I could see some insects had come in to keep him happy.  Pale and wide-eyed, he leaped out into the garden, back in the world once more.

I marveled at how a little garden project had been more purposeful than I realized.

But more lessons were waiting to complete the goal. Over the weekend, while blending a large tub of potting soil, I reached for an opened rolled bag of Perlite, an organic amendment to improve drainage and aeration.  Dumping the white lightweight material into the tub, I discovered an added ingredient.

A little tree frog!

He tumbled out of the bag and landed on the driveway beside me.  All floured in white Perlite.  My heart went out to him.  Two big eyes looked up at me with a silent plea.  HELP!

 I ran for the garden hose and gently showered him off.  I'll admit he did a little dance, moving to the left and then to the right as the white specks washed away, revealing his natural beige body.  I had no idea how he crawled inside the rolled bag, but now he was free.

Then when squeaky clean and ready to go, he took a leap into the potting soil mix!  I gently sprayed him, giving advice on his choice of options. Tiny suction cupped fingers clung to the red plastic tub wall as he stretched upward to get his bearings.  A final rinso white spritzed him all the way to the blooming lantana bush.  It was a shower of love.

 Freedom.

I thought about the two hidden frogs.  What was their message?

Sometimes our energy can become stagnant and we tuck ourselves away in unlikely ways and places.  Stuck.  There may be something that we don't want to look at, or something that we've learned we're supposed to repress.  And when this happens, every facet of our emotional, mental, physical being suffers.  Funny, I later learned that the lantana plant's energy can help get our energy moving in the right direction by taking us directly to whatever we've been so cleverly blocking from our awareness.

And again, F.R.O.G. is an acronym for Fully Rely On God.



Angel thoughts are pure intuition, divine messages that make their way into our consciousness to heal and to make happy.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

 
(photo:  treefrog hiding under our patio umbrella)