A fellow student gave me these two figurines this morning after a particularly strenuous yoga class. The deity on the left is the Baby Krishna stealing butter, which my friend felt suited me because, "you have a bit of the puer eternis* in you." Krishna, incidentally, wears a peacock feather in his hair. The other deity, on the right, I'd never heard of. She is the goddess Durga, with a lion and a man at her feet.
You might recall that I have a particularly strong relationship to the image in the tarot card, Strength. So here she is again, the lady taming the big cat. In this case, she rides it.
Synchronicities aside, I am reminded of how much I love knowing the traces of confluence in world cultures. All these things eastern that worked their way into the makeup of the West, it's a lush history. Except for the Bible, of course, spontaneously generated as it surely was. Nope, no influence there but for the hand of God. Right.
I might add that for the last few days I've been asking for a sign that I'm on the right track. Before receiving the gift this morning, I had been walking my dog on the neighbor's hill. I had a rather dark thought - something about feeling like giving up on some major things if I didn't see any movement in the next several months. I woun't tell you how dark a thought it was, but the moment it completed, I was startled by a large red-tailed hawk taking flight some fifteen feet away. The snap of those immense wings cleaving the air was quite loud, and the visual intense. Immediately I felt it as a warning to snap out of my bad attitude. That's right, go ahead and shake your fist at the universe; holler at the Gods. Real bright of me.
I also recalled that hawks are the symbol for "messenger." Which, incidentally, is synonomous with my name. Anyway, I think I got the message, or at least that hawk let me know another was on the way. So now I'm reading up on Durga, the beautiful Lion taming Goddess and killer of demons, and her nightstand companion, fat Butter Boy Krishna.
(*eternal youth. sometimes known as a Peter Pan Complex.)