The most unusual thing happened this week.
I was walking Lucy when something on the sidewalk caught my attention. I bent down to find a dragonfly sitting motionless–was it alive? I touched it carefully, but still no movement. I put my finger near its front legs and, guess what, hon? It crawled onto my finger and didn’t fly off! The dragonfly stayed with me, its beautiful, dew-drop, lace wings glittering in the morning light. When I got back to my house, it stayed put, cocking its head as it cleaned its face. Fascinating!
Contemplating my new little friend, I wondered: Was it waiting for me? Was it a sign (from someone)? Was it a fairy?
I tried with all my heart to listen because, surely, the dragonfly was telling me something important. I’m not sure if this was its message, but I thought:
I have a child’s curiosity
and that is magical.
I told my little friend how grateful I was for its visit and then set it on a purple petunia in a window box. When I checked later, it was gone. I imagine it flew off to deliver a message to another curious soul.