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Dragonfly Tales

5/31/2015

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Before there were video games and 24 hour children’s networks  and Saturday morning cartoons were pretty much it, kids used to spend their free time exploring the environment that surrounded their home. For me, growing up in Southern California meant hiking the back bays and river beds as well as traversing orange groves and storm drain tunnels. I would eventually find a comfortable spot to sit and just observe all the amazing activity going on around me. Almost without exception, I would be approached by some form of wild life. Now I’m not talking about “Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!” More like stink bugs, caterpillars, lady bugs, butterflies, squirrels and the occasional jackalope. I would always make it a point to introduce myself and carry on a very one sided conversation until they got bored and moved on. Maybe I was just a lonely kid in desperate need of friendship, but these interactions always made me feel like I had a special connection to nature. Later in life, I would learn of the possible existence of spirit animals and animal totems.

A few years ago, after relocating to the east coast, I woke one morning in the early summer to an incredible sight. As I looked out my window to greet the new day, I was amazed to see literally thousands of dragonflies swarming over the dune. I had never seen so many in one place so I walked down to the beach to get a closer look.  It was absolute pandemonium out there. Everywhere you looked were dragonflies showing off their incredible aerobatic prowess, but the craziest part was that no matter where I walked on the beach, this spectacle appeared to only be happening right in front of my house. I knew right then and there that the dragonflies had been sent by the universe to deliver a message intended just for me and if I was going to be able to interpret this message, I would once again need to consult the repository of all human knowledge, YouTube.

The first thing I discovered is that these little insects are not newcomers to planet earth. In fact, by studying fossil remains, science has been able to trace them back over 300 million years. That’s a hundred million years before dinosaurs showed up on the scene. Interestingly, although they have had all that time to evolve, their form is virtually indistinguishable from their modern day counterparts except for their size, making them one of the most successful life forms in our planet’s history. Due to their otherworldly appearance, they have been both feared and revered throughout human history, earning them such nicknames as Devil’s Needle or Hobgoblin Fly.

The truth about dragonflies turns out to be even more fascinating than the superstition. They spend most of their lives (about 2 years) as an underwater insect called a nymph only to undergo a complete metamorphosis into the winged creature we know as the dragonfly just in time to live out their final two months. Many of the over 5000 known species of dragonflies are able to achieve flight speeds of 30 mph combined with the ability to stop, turn on a dime, hover and even fly backwards, which is why the military is currently studying their wing configuration in order to develop a precision drone design. As far as the food chain goes, lions and sharks, with their barely 50% kill rate, ain't got nothing on these veracious predators who capture nearly 95% of their intended prey with the help of their keen 360 degree multifaceted eyesight and exceptional flying agility.

Rather than some sort of divine intervention, all my research has suggested that the reason the dragonflies have decided to grace my yard may in fact have more to do with the combination of the stagnant water in the abandoned swimming pool at the fleabag motel next door and the lush indigenous dune vegetation that makes for a virtual insect smorgasbord. Although I never learned to speak fluent dragonfly, I still believe there is an important lesson to be learned from our four winged friends.

You've spent your whole life struggling to break free of that exoskeleton of other people’s expectations of who you should be. It’s your time to fly! Life is short. Don’t waste it dude.


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elizabeth
6/16/2015 10:46:07 pm

I had a magical experience involving Dragonflies. At my youngest daughters baby shower I was given a picture frame with a dragonfly on it, then when I took the hospital tour preparing for her birth we saw a picture of a dragonfly in the waiting room, on the day my water broke my husband and older child were watching the movie, "Dragonfly" Coincidence, I think not.

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Lydia Jetson
7/23/2020 09:42:20 am

I love this!

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    In my formative years, I was lucky enough to attend an amazing high school modeled after the freedom school from the Billie Jack films. The curriculum included outdoor education, pottery and organic farming and emphasized values like creativity, self awareness and a strong sense of community. I spent several summers traveling from show to show with The Grateful Dead and found that not only could I beat the crap out of a plastic bucket in a drum circle, I was also quite the imported beer salesman. My early career started off in the eighties driving limousine for posers, drug dealers and wannabe rock stars in Los Angeles. In the late eighties, I was introduced to the former owner of Paradise Lakes Nudist Resort who had just seduced and proposed to my roommate while she was on vacation in Florida. Fred took me aside one afternoon  and told me, “I like you, kid and since I’m taking your roommate and I’m pretty sure you can’t afford this beach rental on your own, why not come on out to Florida? I’ll find you a place to stay, give you a job and you’ll be surrounded by naked women”. So I loaded up my truck and moved to Paradise. Lakes, that is. Swimmin’ pools. Porno stars. (insert banjo solo here).

    I wake up every morning (well almost every morning) knowing that today is a wonderful gift to be unwrapped and explored. I believe that every day is filled with limitless possibilities and endless abundance. I’m convinced that our true purpose in life is to interact with our fellow beings and give witness to this amazing universe that surrounds us.

    If you are searching for miracles in life, you need go no farther than your backyard to realize that we are living in the midst of the greatest miracle of all.

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