Dragonfly Lore

Dragonflies---so many analogies. Lore---the knowledge passed from generation to generation by "word of mouth."The lore varies from culture to culture and as all lore can begin to take on a life of its own.

Hubby's pic of a dragonfly and its iridescent wings
as it seeks night time sustenance from our  hummingbird feeder!  

I love it that it is "light" that changes those iridescent wings of the dragonfly. Spiritually  symbolic, it's also "light" in our own lives which changes us as we know the One who is the Light! (2 Corinthians 4:6 & John 8:12)

The life of this beautiful insect symbolizes, in other ways, more truth from scripture.
With a life span of just a "matter of months," it is a great reminder of the brevity of life. This reminder, for me, says, "celebrate life's moments." Make the most of the days you have."

Our time on earth is transient. (Psalm 39:4) Certainly folks in their 7th decade understand that their are more yesterdays in their life than tomorrows.

None of us know the exact number of our days. (Ecclesiastes 9:11-12a)

There is a virtue of living in the moment. There is inspiration as we see others (or a dragonfly) capturing life with the grace of a dancer.

Lore or not, the dragonfly reminders of life's brevity, say "Celebrate Moments!"

This entry is not meant to pour out a cuppa morbid-TEA, but rather to serve others with God's cuppa TEA-ruth---allowing us all to embrace His words, from Psalm 90:12, as we live with wisdom the days He gives us.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

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"Mortali-TEA"

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; (Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2, KJV)

No, I have not been sipping a cuppa "morbidi-TEA." I've actually been celebrating life with friends. But.....last week's trekking with said comrades, in my same "aging" season, had us exploring some final resting places. 

Famous people. War heroes. Pastors. Pets.

Ellen Wilson, wife of the 28th US President, is interred at Myrtle Hill in Rome , GA--a cemetery whose tiers look like a stacked wedding cake, rising out of the dirt. Trust me, the way to the top is precarious, especially for a wide mini-van.

Both known & unknown soldiers.

An elite cemetery in rural AL reserved specifically for the burial of coon dogs. Blood line certification required. Well loved dogs named Ranger, Skid, Squeak and Old Roy are buried here.

Medicare age folks are not like young people, especially teens, who think they are immortal. We know that man is appointed once to die. (Hebrews 9:27) It's not morbid, it's just an awareness. Death is inevitable for mankind---and even their coon dogs. There is nothing that man may do to change or affect this. Such an awareness has each of us carefully choosing how to live. 

When sipping a cuppa "mortali-TEA awareness," one begins to discern the essential versus the non-essential in her life! Cemeteries have a way of bringing that thinking to the forefront of ones thoughts.