A Swarm of Dragonflies

On Thanksgiving day Alan and I spent time simply relaxing.  There was a leisurely breakfast, a walk on the beach, and a little floating in the water while exploring the reef area with snorkel, mask and fin.  Aside from that we lounged in the dappled sunlight under palm trees with each others company, a book (for me) the sound of the ocean and the presence of many curious bobbing dragonflies.  I say bobbing because they appeared to bob in the air rather than dart or zoom.  I was mesmerized by their beauty and the sheer number of them.  There were hundreds if not thousands of dragonflies!  I have never seen anything like this before and had to research this phenomenon. Come to find out this is one of those ephemeral events that few are lucky to experience in their lifetime and I was also able to submit my data for collection as part of The Dragonfly Swarm Project.  

 

This is a small video I made while watching them by the pool late in the afternoon.  There were swarms all over the beach as well.  One of the waitresses came by after watching me take pictures and the video and let me know the Spanish word for dragonfly is libélula (LEE-BEH-LOO-LA).

What I know today

Dragonfly painted last week

I know I am heading in the right direction.

It is neither North or South or East or West.

It is inward.

I am mining for gold and lost treasure.

On a grand hunt for broken pottery of another time

that are longing to be turned into a colorful mosaic.

Last week was a week of ups and downs.  Worry and hope and joy were felt for a friend far away.  Longing was felt for a friend close by. Books were returned. Packages were mailed.  Recycling was sorted and taken away. Feelings were worn on sleeves, tears were shed, hugs were shared, and time marched on. Walls were painted as well as dragonflies in blue and in green.  Ladders were climbed and fallen off of too. There was kind doctoring to scraped skin by Pap Bear. Weeds were pulled and flowing conversations were shared between Mother and Daughter in the middle of crouching and pulling, hauling and raking....about life, and love, and about plants of course. Dinner was shared between family and a baby was held and passed around and loved.  A little dog whimpered and cried that never makes a peep in this way.  Hours of soothing and rubbing and up and down gave way to a 4:30 am trip to the emergency vet. Hearts were thumping in throats and tears kept at bay for as long as possible.  Relief was breathed and later coffee was brewed to help stave off sleep a few hours more.  A baby shower was missed. A confrontation was avoided.  Snuggling and deep sleep was had. Ceiling fans and tops of cabinets were cleaned. Walls were sanded. Cracks were caulked.  A pizza was ordered. Conversations flowed, stories and confidences were shared.  Storms washed away previous work done outdoors.  Sleep came early. Sunday was slow and relished like it had not been for months.  Pancakes were eaten and pajamas worn as the outfit of the day. 

Much Light and Love to you as you go about your week.