Friday, September 16, 2011

Meaing Behind a Peacock's Feather

Peacocks are an exquisite bird, nevertheless swelling with beautiful. I sported a flamboyant peacock feather in my hair during the summer and was absolutely in love with the colors within it and the durability it had held through many hair washings, blow dries, and the daily flat iron. After all these torturous acts that would have drained and slay human hair, it still radiated its beauteous colors without showing signs of injury. Little did I know the real meaning behind this exquisite feather.

Peacock feathers are known by cultures all around the world. Their magnificence was known to heal wounded through spiritual healing energies from the Gods. Warriors sometimes wore the feather of a Peacock while going into war for the "eye" of the feather would offer protection and would allow warriors to be able to see all.

Peacocks shed their feathers once a year and astonishingly grows back their beautiful feathers. To some, this is viewed as a sign of immortality and resurrection for the Peacock will never be without beauty.

The meaning that hit home was these stunning feathers symbolize happiness and enlightenment. How can they not be? I was memorized by the feather as I walked past the vendor who had a handful sitting in vase. The eye of the feather is what caught mine and I smiled. I knew the moment I had one woven into my dark strands that I loved it not just for its beauty, ok essentially, but how it made me feel. It made me happy every time I caught a glimpse of it in a passing reflection or when people stopped to examine it. Who would have thought that this feather was swirled together with meanings so strong?

Where I was going with all this is why I chose a Peacock's Feather for inspiration for this blog. I see all. Or I like to think that I do. Through the internet, anyone can be anything and see anything and that's how this blog was born. I can be whoever I want all the while viewing blogs and information people have decided to send out into the cyperworld, all groveling for me to read.
And that's the beauty of The Peacock's Feather.

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