Peace on Earth

They have an aura of gentle, sweet magic. Calm. Sensitive. Eyes that draw you into their spirit. If you encounter a deer in the woods, you stand between the worlds for a moment…

Why did someone mow the field where the damselflies lived!? Grass, clover, wildflowers in their prime cut down and left to die. And now, an uncanny silence. And a heart-breaking way to begin my day. The damsels brought me the awe I longed for on those ‘ordinary’ days…

There she is today circling above, calling out with that clear shrill voice of hers. My old friend. Ever present on a limb, in the sky, in my journeys. Some days she greets me at my door, sitting in the black walnut tree. Other days she is gliding…