What does it mean when your house is filled with ladybugs?

Ladybugs are symbols of good luck all over the world.  How does something like that happen?  Nothing is ever an “all over the world” thing.  A universal truth is rare.  In its rarity lies its authenticity.

Ever since I have lived in Italy this time, my bedroom and my home office seems to attract lady bugs.  What I don’t get is that they are not present in other parts of the house.  They like food and water, but I have neither of these available in either of these rooms.  ‘Guys, just go to the kitchen, and I’ll fix you something good.’

Nope.

The other thing they like is to keep warm, particularly in the waning months of Indian summer, as the fall chill begins to set in.  At this time, ladybugs like to take up residence in the eaves, or other warm places where they can nest over the winter.  I get it, and at times, I have seen more of them during this period.  But the truth is that I see them all the time.  They come to my room, to my office, in number.  All the time.

I don’t kill them or hoover them up as many websites suggest.  I do occasionally scoop them up and set them free outside.  It is perhaps for the fruit trees in my garden that they come.

Perhaps.

I have a more self-indulgent and fabulist of an explanation.  They come for me.  Will you cut me this slack?  Since I am a witch, I can’t help but take it as a sign.  I take everything as a sign.  And anyway, life is so much richer to take everything as a sign.  The universe has this deeply ironic and ongoing sexy conversation with me.  Just sayin’.

Let’s look into this a bit deeper.  According to the googlesphere, the ladybug is a symbol of healing, protection, good fortune, and grace.  Doesn’t that sound apt?  Even on the LinkedIn platform there are discussions about how the ladybug is considered a good omen.  Significantly for me, they symbolize the presence of Guardian Angels.

In my own life, the ladybug has always been welcome as I love plants, and love that ladybugs protect plants.  In my garden, they play a very important role in controlling aphids, who just love to suck on the sweet sap of my fruit trees.

But I have had fruit trees and a flower-filled garden for a long time, but it is only about the time that my transition became essential to my ongoing existence, that the ladybugs came in such numbers.  Now, they are in my office.  They are here where I write.

My children like to joke that I have three offices in my house.  Its actually not a joke.  But they tease me about it.  One of them is for creative writing and witchcraft.  Happy bedfellows.  Another is for cookbook writing.  You can probably guess why that office space is different from the creative writing space I sit in now.  It is upstairs in the loft, away from it all, whereas here, I am downstairs, in the shady back corner of my house, surrounded by trees when I look out the window.  My third office is a “corporate” office, and where I pay bills, have serious conversations, do zoom calls, that kind of thing.  I think that it helps me be in the mindset to be in each different space.

How many of you will join me in the November challenge?  Do you know what it is?  We write a book.  Each day, for the 30 days of the month, we all commit to writing 2,000 words.  At the end of the month, we all have a 60,000 word skeleton of a novel.  That’s how long a novel is.  The idea being that you spend the rest of the year editing it.  My problem is not the novel, it is the editing part, which is much harder.

My first domme experience sparked a novel, and it has been haunting me ever since.  I think that I posted way back when that the way I could feel in my body that seeing her was wrong for me was when I stopped writing it—the muse was being energetically interfered with.  It is time to come back to that book, now that I have safe distance.  I think it will be rather good.  I might serialize bits of it here.

The Ladybug is most often thought of as a symbol of the Divine Feminine.  It is apt that she be linked to fertility, to birth, to creativity, to life itself.  I am touched that the Ladybug should visit me in my writing space, in my bedroom, and throughout my house.  She is a welcome ally.  Catholics link the Lady Bug to the Virgin Mary.  It is funny how we call her the Virgin Mary, when in reality she is a Mother, and quite obviously an adulterous woman with a cuckold husband.  I find it deliciously sweet that the core myth of Christian Catholicism is founded on such a twisted, blatant retelling of life in a way that suits a patriarchal narrative.

But Fertility is not chaste.  Fertility is wanton, lustful female sexuality.  That is what the Ladybug represents.  The guardian angels that have been sent to me are telling me to celebrate my body, to celebrate my lusty and passionate existence.

Who or what visits you, and what does it tell you?