My Dragonfly Year

A single lacy dragonfly wing shown on a silver background.

A single lacy dragonfly wing shown on a silver background. I found this on the ground in Buffalo Bayou Park this past fall, separated from the dragonfly who owned it. Poor thing.

I don’t know why, but it’s been tough for me to write about this year’s birthday omen. Last birthday, I felt a sense of delight and freedom when writing of my incoming butterfly year. This time, I’ve been sort of blank about the writing, even though I’ve felt that same sense of delight when watching twelve dragonflies dance over a patch of grass, in swoops and curves that look like calligraphic flourishes.

It’s additionally frustrating because unlike last year, where I wasn’t really thinking about it until the monarch showed up, I was actually looking for my animal icon. Normally there are anoles along the path as we walk to the backyard area – not this time. Normally there are grackles in the grassy area – not this time. The dragonflies, doing their swoopy dance, were distinctly the first I saw.

You’d think, based on my reluctance to blog about this one, that I wasn’t happy with the result. But that’s not it at all. I was delighted when I texted Jon that it was a dragonfly year. It promises yet more transformation for me, and I’m happy about that.

So yeah. Not sure where this is coming from, but there ya go.

A note of wonder: Where caterpillars dissolve to become butterflies, dragonflies break out of their old nymph skin to flex their wings. Pretty freaking cool!