Damselflies
Why did someone mow the field where the damselflies lived!? Grass, clover, parts of wildflowers left to die. A community cut down. A heart-breaking way to begin my day.
The damsels brought me the awe I longed for on those ‘ordinary’ days. Reminding me that we live in an enchanted world, one of magic and supernatural layers. These magic beings surrounded me on my morning walk, in waves of light-hearted curiosity, dancing around me, in between the worlds, darting and maneuvering. Mesmerizing me. Stirring and re-organizing my being!
Sweet, powerful Nature Spirits showing themselves to me. Checking me out. Blessing me. Releasing earthly illusions. Like bubbles popping all around me.
Not since my garden of forget-me-nots have I felt this kind of otherworldliness. Being invited into the other side of the veil …into the fairy realm.
And every morning they appeared with whimsy and grace, making my world more beautiful as I walked by. Every morning I was made bigger. I held more.
Journey with the damselfly. Let them carry you somewhere.