If it weren’t for the few flourishing lantana plants in my yard, I would just have to make photos of rocks. This lovely beetle was a worthy find. I read that they some time travel on their backs. Hence the scratches and abrasions on its hard shelled back.
Sometimes a beetle is just a beetle. But then there are folks who can read a whole lot into the simple encounter of a bug:
In his book Synchronicity: An Acausal Connecting Principle, Swiss psychologist C. G. Jung tells this story, starring a Cetonia aurata, as an example of a synchronistic event:
“A young woman I was treating had, at a critical moment, a dream in which she was given a golden scarab. While she was telling me this dream, I sat with my back to the closed window. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, like a gentle tapping. I turned round and saw a flying insect knocking against the window-pane from the outside. I opened the window and caught the creature in the air as it flew in. It was the nearest analogy to a golden scarab that one finds in our latitudes, a scarabaeid beetle, the common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), which contrary to its usual habits had evidently felt an urge to get into a dark room at this particular moment. I must admit that nothing like it ever happened to me before or since, and that the dream of the patient has remained unique in my experience.”
May you find some synchronicity in the smallest and most unlikely of places today! ††† en theos †††jim work