Last summer, everywhere I went, I saw blue dragonflies. It felt like I was being watched over by them. I was recovering from my divorce. When my relationship with my husband began, I kept seeing all these signs in nature that it was meant to be — a close encounter with a heron, an eagle sighting. When the relationship ended, I felt like I couldn’t really trust signs, or my ability to read them.
Looking back over last summer’s journal and the scant drawings I did there, I found a few unfinished sketches of dragonflies. I remembered that conflict between wanting to believe in a magical presence, and just seeing what’s around me as what it is and no more. Dragonflies are summer creatures. Of course I’ll see them , nothing magic about that.
And yet, they are so beautiful. Delicate but voracious. They see better than almost any other creature. I know this coming summer, I’ll see them again, and my heart will be delighted.
A relationship is magic, then it fades. A dragonfly flits into my life for a few summer weeks. Whatever it means, may I always allow myself to see the magic.
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