In a moment of magic, there comes into your busy world a frolicsome visitor, so subtle and natural, you would miss it if your mind is filled with the items on your “to do” list. But if you have trained yourself to “see” quietly, “look” with your ears And “feel” with your gut, then this moment is remarkable and dear.
Let the Dragonfly into your life
Observe the dazzle of its flight
If you are lucky, you might dare
To exchange eye to eye a stare
Receiving a pause in Nature
Just for you to become aware
Of how a simple creature blending in the cover of day
is a symbol of time standing still, of joy and play.
Perhaps a messenger of sorts
For whatever your needs are short
In a blink, you have invited Reverence
Through the portal of Observance.
May your day be special and precious
Your appreciation delicious!
~ Yvonne Denbina
In The Garden of the Dragonfly the windows of the gallery are eyes on the world, and just outside the windows in the park like setting, sit the dragonflies. Circling, hovering, landing on twigs or fingers, they cajole and entertain. People ask the origin of the name, why is it The Garden of the Dragonfly? In a time when my dad recovered from surgery, there came a very large dragonfly to his window at St. Luke’s hospital on the 15th floor. The 7″ x 7″ dragonfly stayed on the outside casing of the window all afternoon. Four hours went by without it’s adjustment of position or movement. All the while, allowing us to observe its gold glitter wings and metallic green body. A few hours later, my father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. A few days later, the dragonfly circled our cars at the moment of departure for my dad’s cremation and at the cemetery greeted us again, circling us and hovering right above us. From then on, mention of my dad amongst us brought dragonflies out of the woods, into parking lots, flying across 28th floor windows in Houston high-rises. It made us stop in surprise at first, then would bring a knowing smile to our grieving hearts. And the pain lessened as we smiled with our hearts. My dad’s favorite place was his garden and growing things was pleasure he delighted in. The countless stories shared in the Garden of the Dragonfly of others who have experienced an encounter with a dragonfly, butterfly, bird or symbol of a loved one is beyond coincidence and makes us all wonder, what if we are being reassured that our loved ones are nearby, even if we can’t see them or hold them, to let magic in and smile again. It is certainly no effort to share this with you… may you take the time to notice Dragonfly!