I’m a member of an art association on the island. All artists have to pick up a stint or two sitting the gallery during the course of a summer. Yesterday was my day. At the end of my shift I heard loud bitz-bitz-buzzing all around my head and looked up to see a huge black dragonfly whiplashing its tail on my shoulder then onto the nearby window glass. Satisfied that I had seen him, he quickly spun towards the open French doors by which he’d entered. I was not alone in the gallery and the tiny gnome of a woman looking at the art said to me,
“You know, it’s good luck and very unusual to be chosen like that by the dragonfly.”
I nodded my head in agreement and she smiled at me as she left the gallery. Alone again, the dragonfly returned for a second lap around my head, against the windowpane, and then out the door as if to reinforce the experience and make certain that I would take in its full import.
Here’s what I found on the web about dragonfly that resonates now:
Along with change, dragonfly is also associated with joy and lightness of being, illusion and the veil between worlds. It seems significant that I was sitting in an art gallery when the dragonfly came to buzz-bomb me. Twice. A wake up call to change the focus of my creativity and dig deeper into my subconscious for new directions to express it.