It started on July 27th, a few days before my birthday. As I lay in the Sun at a friend's #ATL lake-house, a purple dragonfly landed on my bikini-clad chest. It was looking right at me. My friend, on the lounger to my left, was a little freaked out. But I love insects and arachnids. All creatures on this Earth (even the humans, believe it or not...). And, I was far from freaked out. Rather thrilled, actually. After 12 minutes of looking at each other, the dragonfly took off in the direction of my former mountain-home in #Georgia. I do miss it. And wondered if the unusual color of my dragonfly friend was a symbol of mourning. But purple is also the most powerful visible wavelength of electromagnetic energy. How powerful? Try just being shy of gamma rays. Which may be why it's also a color associated with the supernatural, magic, and, the subconscious. Ah hah! Now I was batting a thousand.
The next sighting was when I arrived back in #NewYork a few days later for my birthday celebration (which is still happening, by the way!). I was sunbathing nude on my patio--it was my birthday, after all, and a birthday suit was appropriate attire. This time, a huge iridescent dragonfly buzzed all around me, as if sizing me up. It flew up and down. Side to side. It was entertaining, at the very least. And, quite large. I'd see similar dragonflies again days later on an overnight to the mountains. My little dog was with me, and as we waited for our lunch to arrive at an outdoor eatery, we walked across this big expanse of field to see what were probably old orchard trees at one point.
The moment I stood under the broad canopy of one tree's ancient arms, outstretched to protect us from the prying eyes of strangers walking nearby, I felt such calmness, like total peace. The last time I felt that was November 25th of last year. I thanked the tree, said a little prayer, and went back to check on our order. As we waited on a sun-lit bench, the field between us and the tree, at least a quarter of a mile wide and long, filled with dragonflies. First I saw one. Then a second joined her partner. A third bumped into them, causing two to go in one direction, leaving the other behind. But a fourth showed up, then a fifth. And quite suddenly, the field was aflutter with dragonflies! It was extraordinary. Miraculous, even.
Maybe you can dismiss a dragonfly landing on you near a lake as coincidence. Or at least, not uncommon. But the once empty field filling with dragonflies moments after we crossed it??? It got me thinking. And so did an incident on a hike yesterday, just one day after the congregation of dragonflies greeted me in the mountains.
#BabyDog and I headed out past the old farm to my favorite trail after lunch on Thursday; it's great for bird watching along the marsh areas. And as you go further in, you can see all kinds of animal life, like foxes, coyote, deer, even a rare bear has happened once or twice. It's pretty isolated on some parts, but the biggest threat are the mosquitos. At least to me. My left hand was bitten three times. Twice on the palm. And one between my middle- and ring-finger knuckles. Annoying, but it made my hand more sensitive. Which turned out to be good. Because the next thing to land on my left hand was a dragonfly. I've never had that happen. Especially while walking. The one at the lake landed on me, too, but I was laying relatively still on a lounger. This time, I was hiking in the woods.
This afternoon, as I sat outside eating a very late breakfast, a dark shadow flew over me. It was my Red Tail friend. My yard is part of her territory. I have to watch #BabyDog (only 10lbs!) closely when she's in the yard as a result. Hawks, and Red Tails in particular, also have symbolic meaning. Like the dragonfly, a Red Tail helps you access your subconscious according to Native American totem medicine. As well as Paulo Coelho's conspiring #Universe. The message means making manifest your soul's #Destiny. My Red Tail friend has been absent since I left #NewYork a year ago to make #ATL my home base. She just came back today. She flew over me, as if in greeting, and landed in a cottonwood tree at the edge of my property. She stayed until I got up to bring my almost empty plate inside. Before I did, I threw out some remaining apple slices for the deer family that lives in my woods: A mother and three spotted babies. Guess who showed up when I did? Yup. Another dragonfly!
I don't think I've EVER seen this many dragonflies or had so many unique interactions in such a short expanse of time. The Red Tail's return today drove it home for me. All that has occurred in the last year is certainly part of my karma--not because I'm a horrible person and deserve difficulty--but because I'm likely on my last run. I have lived a very full life; like my dragonfly friends, mine will be shorter than average. And as it happens, this weird, wild ride isn't about having a big 401k to fund your assisted living years. It's about understanding and fulfilling your purpose. Which never comes with a six-figure paycheck. But it does come with real love. With truly connecting to one another. And, with the creation of positive energy for an equally positive flow in the Universe.
Twitter is helping me achieve my purpose. Part of the reason why is because I found my twin soul there. That opened up my life force, my heart, my mind. I became alive all over again. And if you're a fan of Douglas Adams, you might find it interesting to note that it happened when I was 42. Two years later, I've evolved in ways I never imagined possible. I understand my strength so much better. And, know how indestructible I truly am.
My twin once said, "You're good at everything you try, like, an expert, because that's what true genius means." He always made me laugh, and this statement was no exception. Because, as a kid, I was told I wasn't terribly bright and my best hope of contributing to the world would be to marry someone and have babies. Luckily, I never listened. But I will be listening more closely to my inner desires and my "dreaming" mind. My soul's ultimate purpose--my destiny--is wedged somewhere in between. I can feel it. And as I've come to appreciate in the last two years, my gut is never wrong. Though it could be a little more toned....
Are you ready? To spread your wings???