52 Weeks #42

When I was a girl growing up in the north, we often spent time on the rocky shores of the Churchill River.  As my dad would ready the boat for fishing, my brother and I would play along the rocks, looking for those gems, the one that sparkled, whether they were wet or dry.  Like everything else up north, the dragonflies were large and would sometimes land on us, at times on my finger.  Once I slowly moved the dragonfly closer to my eyes so that I could look closely at his face and I felt a kinship with him and was in awe of the rainbow of colour I saw in his eyes.

I have always been fascinated by their shape, noting that they represent a cross which to me is a symbol of grace.  They appear as though they shouldn't be able fly with wings that appear as light as tissue and yet they hover like helicopters, travelling so effortlessly back and forth.  As a totem animal, dragonfly teaches us to follow our dreams where we will find our true colours and reflect the light of the Spirit.  A great reminder to be who we are meant to be.