As an avid fly fisher, with a good deal of time spent on lakes, I have come to appreciate the Dragonfly. I know I attach some pseudo-spirituality, mysticism, good luck karma to them. I don’t get any of this with Damsels, Caddis, Mayflies, Midges in such, that I encounter on stillwaters. No, the Dragonfly, the friendly winged creature lands about me, dances on my fly rod, mates on my oars and generally smiles upon me with good luck. Here’s to you Dragonflies.
Even this past May, when I was nowhere near water and sitting contemplating the morning light and a hard task that was before me…along came a Dragonfly to wish me well…ok, maybe I am reading too much into these delicate creations. Butterflies come close, of course, but Dragonflies rule, for me.
Oh I know, “Is he for real? What about is own self-empowerment? He’s leveraging his fate, his life’s direction on an insect that at best only lives a couple of months!” Hey, just hedging my bets, just in case.