Today I finally got out and into my kayak. Friends and I went to a local pond, it was magical. It was still early enough where the clouds hadn’t burned off, the pond was like a sheet of glass. There were mirrored images everywhere. Wildlife was abundant, I can’t recall how many different birds we saw.
Then there was my blue dragon fly. There are many legends about the dragon fly good and bad, but mostly good. One is dragonflies are a message to stay the path, not take life so seriously be in the moment. Another belief as this is a transformation of a loved one as a way to communicate.
A little background my mother passed just a little over two years ago. Today I was wearing a sun hat I gave to her from Korea. the hat had her name and the Korean symbols for her name embroidered on the hat. Soon after I got the kayak in the water and moving forward a dragon fly landed on the front of the kayak. This happened two more times on the excursion, totaling three. It didn’t land on anyone else’s kayak just mine.
The whole time I was there I could feel mom’s presence. I was also getting my thoughts together for a family dish I was to prepare later in the day. A simple macaroni salad that was my aunt Lucy’s, mom’s older sister. After aunt Lucy passed mom took the torch and made the dish. This was a family favorite especially around the 4th of July. It isn’t very difficult but it requires a good deal of precise prep. I felt bit apprehensive in doing this dish because food memories are a way we can continue a legacy and I wanted to do them proud.
After my encounter with the dragonfly AKA mom? I felt lighter and less stressed about tackling the challenging prep. It went well! I tastes just as I remembered it -which was the goal.
Thank you blue dragonfly, til we meet again,