I love to sit out on the porch under the full moon and meditate. Tuesday night there was a beautiful nearly full moon, with a halo of light around it, so the light was softer and more diffuse. When I first noticed the sky, there were two jet trails crossing each other making a very tight X. When I noticed it again, maybe 10 minutes later, another jet trail had cut directly through the X at the crossing. Soon after, as jet trails do, they had all expanded – and there was a marvelous dragonfly in the sky heading south across the river.
Spectacular to meditate on – in the Medicine Cards, Dragonfly is Illusion – the essence of the winds of change, messages of wisdom and enlightenment, and communication from the elemental world. The story is that Coyote tricked Dragon into changing form, and Dragon got stuck as Dragonfly – lost power in trying to prove power.
An excellent meditation!
But how did this mystical dragonfly happen? How did the third jet trail cross the other two so perfectly? At 10 p m? Is it even possible someone actually planned this? Seems most unlikely.