Damselfly sits down to breakfast

I went for a walk in the woods this morning.  It had rained heavily on Sunday evening so the unpaved paths were still a bit soggy.  That prompted me to remove my shoes (bare feet are much easier to wash) which also made me walk slower, feel more grounded and pay closer attention to what was around me.   

The path winds through beautiful stands of ferns with other woodland plants adding their special touch.  The trees are thick, creating a heavy shade.  There is a fork in the little path and I was guided to take the one leading uphill to a local church then back down into the woods again.  I was told to pay attention.  The leaves underfoot provided a soft surface to walk on *ouch* except for the dry holly leaves with their prickles.  The trick is to roll your foot from heel to toe and step  >eek<   firmly – OW!  Yeah, right…. *whew*  back to soft oak leaves.  Ok, so was that today’s lesson?  But wait, there’s more!  A beautiful damselfly with black wings tipped with crescents of white and with a black iridescent body stopped on a leaf of a shrub a foot to the right of me.  She had a little bitty fly in her mouth with the wings sticking out.  She sat there contentedly munching while I stood happily watching.  I tuned in to see if I could get a message – ah, now there’s a problem.  Did I ask or did I just expect? There’s a definite lack of respect there.  Fortunately for me, my intrepid task master of a guide whom I shall henceforth refer to as Mr. T (he finds the moniker hysterically funny) was right on top of it.  “Connect with your heart, not your head”.  How many times will I need that prompting?  So I did, asking what wisdom Madame Damselfly had for me.  She did a short flight from one leaf to another and sat even closer to me.  I reached out my hand and slowly placed it directly under the leaf she was on, offering her to move onto my hand.  She declined but did not move.

 As I stood watching her, the mosquitos found me and a few thought my blood would make a fine breakfast.  While I have no problem sharing, I do find the sting they cause to be quite annoying, so I either brushed them away or tried (unsuccessfully) to squish them as they fed.  Damselfly called me on that.

 The lessons?

          Take short hops.  Small steps from one thing to the next will get you where you want/need to go.  Many hops may be required to reach your next destination.

          Trust.  Just as she showed trust by not flying off when I put my hand close to her, so I need to trust my guides as I move forward.

          Eat only when you’re hungry.  The Damselfly eats for survival, and only eats what she is meant to eat; no GMO bugs or beetle bits coated with sugar.  Eating fresh, organic foods is what is best for my body.  And yes, any bugs on the food are added protein.

          Don’t get distracted.  The mosquitos were there to show how easily we can get distracted by small things and lose focus of what is important.

So I listed her lessons twice in my head just to make sure I didn’t forget before I could write them down.  I bent down to brush off one more mosquito  and when I stood up again she was gone. 

 Lesson complete. Thank you, Lady Damselfly!

 As I headed on down the path towards home, the woods were especially beautiful; the narrow earthen path closely guarded on both sides by low growing, light green ferns; the trees towering above.  It was as if the fairies were waiting in the wings to greet me when I have become just a bit more attuned to them.  In the meantime it is fun to watch the squirrels play hide and seek and the birds call to each other and hunt for breakfast in the undergrowth.  As I was walking up the last stretch back to my car a pair of chipmunks darted across the path and one of them sat there staring at me, wondering at this odd creature that had appeared, unrequested, in their playground.  A few moments of mutual  perusal, then he disappeared and I finished my walk.

With gratitude to all I drove home to begin the rest of my day.


A state of separation

Every physical being on this planet is your partner in co-creation, and if you could accept that and appreciate the diversity of desires and beliefs, all of you would have a more expansive, satisfying, fulfilling experience.
— Abraham Hicks

Every.  Living. Being.  Without exception.   No size limits.  No definition of species.  This includes dolphins (don’t we all loved dolphins) , koalas (aww!) wolves (controversial – love ’em or hate ‘ em), toads (kinda weird but…cool), butterflies (pretty), eagles (majestic), fireflies (ooh, aah!),  platypus (goofy),  ticks…WHAT?! Ticks?  Ick! Ticks bite! They are creepy and disgusting!  They suck your blood and transmit disease! Kill them all!

And there we have it.  The tip of the iceberg.  the reason I am starting this blog.  Western civilization – the US in particular – has teetered precariously out of balance with Mother Nature and especially with some of her more diminutive creations.

Where did it start, this fear of tiny things? Was it in the home, with Mom yelling “Eek!  Kill it”?  Enough such yells and some enterprising person develops the idea of earning a living by killing or removing bugs for people for a fee.  To generate more income, he would go door to door, peddling fear and the hope of salvation together for $20 per month in the form of bug eradication.  Take that to the next level and someone invents  a   poison to kill bugs more efficiently.  Ooh! bugs chewing on  a couple plants in your crops? Let’s create a chemical to kill them.

From possibly humble beginnings an all-out war on bugs is now being waged.  People have poison sprayed around their houses and in their yards to the possible (sometimes fatal) detriment of all other animals and humans who come in contact with these toxins.  All so that they are not annoyed by ants,  scared by spiders or creeped-out by crickets.

We have become a nation so alienated from Nature that a ‘nice’ garden is a wasteland in which no living creature can survive-except for possibly birds we invite into our yards by offering bird feeders full of seed. 

insects are vilified.  Spiders are feared, demonized, hated and hunted.  cockroaches arouse feelings of disgust.  We are virtually at war with an entire kingdom of beings whose combined weight far surpasses that of the entire human race.

If these creatures are truly our partners in  co-creation as Abraham says, what are we creating?  Absolute separation.  A chasm between humanity and these tiny, so significant creatures who represent so very many aspects of ourselves.  To heal ourselves, to heal our planet, we must heal our relationship with this incomparable, indescribably diverse Kingdom of animals so very different from ourselves and yet so closely mirroring aspects of ourselves we may not want to  see, face or deal with.

This then is the purpose of my blog.  To entice, inform.  entertain, amuse and cajole people back into a greater respect for and acceptance of these wondrous animals.  That they may be honored as every living being deserves to be honored.

We are all One.  Harm to one is harm to all.

Here’s to a reunification of the Kingdoms.