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Busy and Industrious

Have you every just sat and watched ants wander around?  Although I am not a big fan of the six-legged little critters, there’s much to be learned from them.  Observation is an amazing thing.

A few “ant” facts: 
  • Did you know that an ant can lift up to 20 times its own weight?  That would be like a six or seven year old child being able to pick up a car. 
  • Ants don’t have ears.  They hear by feeling vibrations.
  • When out foraging they leave a scent trail so they won’t get lost.

Thoughts to ponder:
  • Am I strong?   I’m not necessarily talking about physical strength, but that certainly is a good question.  Is my spirit robust and thriving; my soul doing well?
  • What am I hearing and listening to?  Do I have my ear to the ground to feel the rumble of the train coming down the tracks?  Am I touched when I view people in my neighborhood or city?
  • When I’m out and about, what type of fragrance am I leaving?  Is it one that I can follow home?
Being social insects, ants always have a built-in support system.  They rely on each other for their being and survival. 

The ants go marching … but never ask, “Are we there yet?” ~ Missy


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  1. Well stated..Ants are very busy and if studied, one can learn many secrets about life from these little 6 legged creatures..

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    1. You sure can...and evidently they are very tidy. They also eat a lot of "dead" things. I'm still not a fan.

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  2. Isn't it amazing that these little creatures can lead us to ponder? Good article.

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    1. It is amazing...and Brax loves to hold them and watch them. I wonder what he is learning?

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