Red Dragonfly Reminds Me

what I'm really here to do

Monday Morning 9/25/23 on that YOM day…………..

During my auspicious morning meditation, I catch this gift → KEEP IN MIND: It’s like someone gave you a “heavenly” boost up today. Doors open, confidence returns, & movement resumes!

The morning has many miracles as well as divine messages.

I hear our Surgeon General Vivek Murthy say:

“There are so many people I meet across the country who say to me, ‘It feels like it’s become more important to be right than to be compassionate. It feels somehow more important to seem strong than to be kind to others, to be successful than to be generous.’

In fact, there was a recent study a few years ago from the Harvard Graduate School of Education where they actually surveyed young people and asked them, ‘What do you think your parents prioritized for you?’ And overwhelmingly, the kids said that their parents felt it was more important for them as kids to be successful than to be kind. This is actually why wise words of scripture and history help us. 

What I (he has learned, still Vivek) have learned in the course of my life from scripture is that: “When love is the galvanizing force in our lives, when it’s informing our moral compass with the core pillars of love; with kindness, generosity, friendship and service . . . the kind of world that creates for us and guides us into is one where we feel we belong, where we know we have each other’s backs. Where we can all thrive. But the flip is that when not love but fear is the galvanizing force in our life, then we find that we are making decisions driven by anger, insecurity, jealousy, and rage. That actually pushes us further and further apart from one another and deepens our sense of isolation and creates this vicious cycle where the lonelier we get, the angrier we become, the more we push each other apart, and the lonelier we become.

(Still Vivek) This fundamental struggle between love and fear, this is the defining choice of our time. It applies to decisions we make in our own lives. It applies to how we decide what programs we’re going to support in our community, where we’re going to invest as an organization. It informs what kind of leaders we choose and if we choose love, as scripture and history guide us to, then we can stitch back the social fabric of our communities. That requires a moral reawakening in our country. Nothing less than that. It’s not about a certain policy or program. It’s about the compass that guides us. If the compass is grounded in love, then it’s about having the courage to follow that compass when it guides us in our actions and in our words.” https://www.hhs.gov/about/leadership/vivek-murthy.html

1:03pm (still on 9/25/23)    I was at my desk, writing. Something out the window caught my eye. It was a red dragonfly and it kept coming by the window. I got up and opened the window under the horse.

I have turquoise curtains that cover maybe half of the window.

I clicked a noise in my mouth… like perhaps a giddy up to a horse if I’m wanting to trot. It came by again and again. I asked it to come closer and hover, cooing to it like to a baby or a lover. It did. My heart and soul completely titillated like when I was young and had a crush. I didn’t think I caught good pictures of it, but even as I write this, it’s still darting by my window, four floors off the ground.

Reminded me of the experience I had on H and C’s birthday, September 8th:

“I was stuck in my way last week and couldn’t get myself unstuck and to the pool for FGWA (Free Geezer Water Aerobics). Today, right when I got in the pool and after chatting a bit with S and her hubby about the water wings, I discovered a dragonfly was insistent on making itself noticed by me. It literally kept flying in circles. Perhaps 45 seconds where it was flitting around me between 5 feet and 10 inches from my body. Quite noticeable. I’ve seen it before where one will shoot right by me, or flit by once and then again about 2-3 minutes later but this was in my circle for that length of time. I was wondering who it could be… later I saw license plates that let me know in no uncertain terms who it was.”

I first started getting messages via dragonflies after reading this book quite discovered by accident via Chelsea Handler, which I read in 2019.

I can’t forget how the hummingbird did the rocket up and around again today… I saw it first on the morning walk the day mom died, 5/1/20. (Then again 5/2/21 and 9/8/23)

Facebook: May 1, 2020 starting the 3rd month of the isolating pandemic

This morning on my walk I encountered a hummingbird. Frenetic, from a distance of 20 yards or so. When near, the bird went straight up high like a rocket, then zoomed straight down around a tree and angled out toward the beach. Turning in circles to follow it with my eyes. So fast. Got home and a few minutes later... the phone rang and I discovered my mother had passed. Already have received two messages from her. She is in good hands and finally comfortable again.

5/2/21

1:18p         In the pool this morning I saw a hummingbird soar up into the sky and zoom down like a missile exactly as I saw it a year and a day ago on my walk before Mom died. I was in the FGWA pool near Diana at the time. Just seemed memorable and wanted to make a note of it.

October 13th 2023, Friday the 13th, especially for someone born on the 13th:

9:58pm This week I stopped being distracted by another project I’d been asked to contribute to and did so on and off for a few years. I’m realigned with what I’m supposed to focus on completely. My diaries which started in 1972. Going through my December 2003 diary I saw this on the 10th of the month from a daily email service delivery.

Life, as Buddha told us, is as brief as a lightning flash; yet, as Wordsworth said: “The world is too much with us: Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.” It is that laying waste of our powers that betrayal of our essence, that abandonment of the miraculous chance that this life, the natural bardo, gives us of knowing and embodying our enlightened nature that is perhaps the most heartbreaking thing about human life. What the masters are essentially telling us is to stop fooling ourselves: What will we have learned, if at the moment of death, we do not know who we really are?

Both my mother and my father’s mother, before they passed, told me how lucky I am to know exactly who I am in this life. I’ve been told I’m too sensitive and selfish, but decades after the attack of those labels I discover that holding onto the still quiet voice inside was a good choice, in fact, the only choice I could authentically make.

some pictures under the light switch across from where I sit when writing, both of them wearing blue…