A DAY FOR DRAGONS

​It was a day for Dragons, both the extraterrestrial and amphibious types. What a rarity! To say I was in Heaven was quite the understatement. It was the Sunday before TS Debby paid a visit to Brunswick County, making it all the more monumental for me. As always, the prismatic but tattered winged blue dragon cast its spell of calm over my jangled psyche. As it lit upon on my hand, I could barely contain my excitement. Talk about lucky! This sun bleached old sky pilot whose translucent wings bore battle scars from winds, rains and predators lent me it's time worn courage to face this next coming storm. I had come to check on my favorite Gator on TS Debby's approach. I found him basking in the sun on his little beach totally unconcerned by all the hype being thrown my way on the TV and radio. I absorbed his calm as well, wondering how many tropical systems this ancient warrior had survived...

My old dragon seemingly communicated to me to just chillax, to ride it out and trust my own survival skills as we both have faced much worse and come out stronger ...

My Dragonfly zipped and zagged, returned to the pond side darting in and out of the grasses and brush and then back to me. This magical creature came back to me 5 times to light and rest upon my hand and foot. I felt so privileged!

I was filled with such a sense of gratitude and awe as a second wild one kept circling and landing on my finger. Was it attracted to my Spessartite garnet ring, my favorite color of Orange or the warmth of my finger?? Who knows? Who cares? What mattered most was the special bond I feel with nature was exponentially multiplied in my mind on that day as I communed with my Popeye Gator before yet another storm was forecast to hit my beloved Cape Fear region.

I left with an indescribable sense of peace that totally overwhelmed me that day. Like a grandfather tired from entertaining young children, my Popeye Gator let me know that he was bored with my visit by closing his eyes to rest before the storm kicked up. I took his advice to go home and get some rest myself. No more storm prepping. It was going to be ok. There is so much to be learned from Nature, if we only simply choose to watch and listen and feel. And, most importantly, to trust our ownselves.

Till later My Gator...