Dragonflies began appearing in the oddest places and at the oddest times shortly after my father died. I met a woman at a bank who was wearing a dragonfly necklace. She wore it because the same thing occurred to her when her grandfather left this plane. She would walk into her grandfather's woodworking shop and find dragonflies there.
Mushrooms in a drought. Dragonflies appearing with exquisite, inexplicable timing. These are small things, but joyful and hopeful ones. Those of us who lead fortunate lives are called to notice them, to acknowledge them as the quiet miracles that they are, and share them. They speak to a life of creation and not of man-made, misguided violence. Not to notice them would be amiss and a misfortune. Sharing them just might send a ray of hope somewhere that it needs to be sent. We are called to do this. That is what I believe.
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