Saturday, May 1, 2021
The Dragonfly
We were floating on a mountain lake, a few
steps off the Pacific Crest Trail. That’s when the dragonfly showed up. For most
of her life, this exquisite Being is just an aquatic nymph without wings. She
lives just below the surface of the water. She breathes out of the gills in her
rectum. Most of human life is also stuck on the surface, pursuing legacy projects
and building brands. Our ego games make about as much sense as breathing out of
our butts. Like Spirit, the dragonfly hovers over the waters. She is adaptable
and flexible. What it takes to transform. I think she was beckoning me to lighten
up like her. To stop taking myself so seriously. So I, too, can fly.
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