touching dragonflies…

may you touch dragonflies and stars, dance with fairies and  talk to the moon.

Today, I danced with a dragonfly.  A graceful,  elegant, courageous and very beautiful dragonfly. A delicate insect that lives only a fraction of its life  able to fly.  A miracle that shows us all how to live in the moment….and live it in the fullest!   I will never see a dragonfly again, without remembering my friend, Tracy, who died three years ago from breast cancer.  She was way too young….and like the dragonflies she loved,  was  graceful…elegant…and courageous.    In her short life, she learned how to live in the moment….how to shine…..and oh, how she shined in ...pink!    I felt the whirl of his wings in my hair before I saw him, as I stood on the deck with a broom in my hand….sweating in the thick Nebraska heat.  There’s nothing that can stop me in my tracks…send me running for the camera….like a dragonfly.  Watching the ballet of their flight makes me smile.  The brilliance of their colors as they swoop and dive and dance is astounding.  They are fearless…and agile…..and irridescent…and fly with power and poise.  Today, he teased me with his dance….lighting briefly beside me, once on my shoulder…and with the blink of an eye was gone again, flying upside down, backwards and sideways…twisting and turning like  an aerial  artist in a big top…without a net.  I stalked him awhile…taking photo after photo of soft blurred spots in the center of my capture, until finally…whether he grew tired of the game, or took pity on an old, determined woman….he landed.  In less time than it took to breathe in and out he was gone…..off to dance with the fairies and talk to the moon…..and remind us all how glorious this life is…no matter how long we’re here for.