Seren posted a poem today titled, "Prayer Hands."I told her I had pondered the same question a few years back and this is a story I wrote about things we take for granted without looking into it sometimes.
Would love to hear all your thoughts on this.
Sometimes we can go all our lives seeing something without really having any insight into what we are seeing. For instance, 'hands in prayer position.' Because they are praying, we assume people will put their hands flat together. It looks very neat and reverent but beyond that not another thought, until recently when I saw a very bright picture of a reflexology chart of the hand, just before I was about to meditate. I don't meditate with my hands in prayer position but I had a sudden connection in my mind between the reflexology chart and the symbol of prayer. Was there some power gained by this action due to the energy fields being directly opposite. I located some of the points on my own hand and stimulated them. I could definitely feel something happening so, I did an internet search and sure enough my hunch was accurate.
The article stated about reflex points and noted ," Thus when the hands are brought together, not only are all opposite energies brought to a meeting point, but right in the centre of your hands (the reflex point for the heart) is the centre of your being. The article went on to say, "In placing one’s hands, palms together in front of one’s own heart, there is a point in the middle from where all these opposing tensions of left and right, past and future, male and female, giving and recieving arise - a still point where all opposites meet. This point is also reflected in between the palms of our hands. No matter how hard we try, there is no way that the hands can be placed so flat against each other so that there is no space between them. From thispoint, all thoughts arise and are manifest according to the pressures and conflicts acting between the hands.”
It seemed to be a week of sudden insights because as I was lying in the spa in our courtyard relaxing, I looked over at our stag-horn fernwhich has gown so big, and looks like a perfect set of massive green antlers.
"Why? Iwondered to myself would a fern imitate a set of stag's horns.
Later, I shared the thought with my husband and he offered the opinion that the stag developed their horns to appear like the ferns, as a kind of camouflage. Of course I thought, from a distance, a stag standing in a forest would blend with the trees and his horns would appear to be like one of the stag-horn ferns protruding from a tree trunk.
How many things do we take for granted until the deeper meaning is suddenly revealed just by asking a simple question?