Summer rains have created a flashy fete of dragonflies around the pond and garden. One landed on my finger, hovered a few seconds in front of me, and then disappeared...
Many of the tiny damselflies appear neon, and remind me of tropical fish.
Some indigenous of the Americas saw dragonflies as pure, because they ate from the currents of the air. They live fleeting lives, only a few months, making them a messenger to live fully, and in the moment.
They flash surprising colors as they fly, when the light hits their iridescent wings. Their medicine has to do with seeing through prisms that blind us to our own true colors. These might be ones we've created ourselves -- in our own minds. Or looking glasses that come from the culture around us.
When we feel stuck, a reading with the right person helps us see our lives in a different light. I love being in that role, to fly in many directions with you (in a reading) and look into and beyond the illusions. On that note, I have one opening on Thursday and one on Friday this week -- email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with questions or sign up on the readings page.
Have a magical day!