When she saw my dragonflies, she began telling me a story that resonated with my Biblical beliefs. It's peculiar that sometimes it takes a different perspective to make one understand the importance of a situation.
Native American Legend as told to me:
The Dragonfly
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads,
there lived little water nymphs. They had many friends and lived a happy, simple and comfortable lives in the pond but sometimes sadness would come to the pond when a fellow nymph would climb the stem of a lily pad, leave the water, and never be seen again. They could not understand why their friends continued to disappear. So they made a pact that the next one who left would return to explain the mystery.
Soon one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what
he had found at the top.
When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body changed and when he woke, he had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body. And when he fluttered those wings he could fly!
So, fly he did! He soared and saw the beauty of his whole world. It was a far superior way of life! When he lived under the water, he was not aware that such a glorious place as this could exist.
He was anxious to tell his nymph friends about his new world. He looked into the water and saw how they were missing him. How happy they would be for him when he explained that he was now more alive than he had ever been before! His life had not ended! He was fulfilled!
He landed on the water. But his wings held him above the water, and he could not go back to visit his friends. He wanted to tell them the good news, but he understood that their time would come, and they, too, would understand why he did not return.
