My favorite insect is the dragonfly.
Yes, they’re beautiful, but that’s not why I love them. Adult dragonflies hunt by holding their legs together like a basket and scooping insects right out of the sky, but that’s not why I love them either. Sure they’re the only insect that can fly backwards and while that’s amazing, that’s not why they have garnered my affection.
The thing about dragonflies is that they start out as nymphs. Ugly, brown nymphs with grumpy faces. They scoot around in the water and muck, shooting out their masks, catching unfortunate prey. They spend months, sometimes years, in this stage. Wallowing in the mire. Camouflaging, even covering themselves in filth.
To the inattentive eye, it just looks like they’re hanging around being ugly, but what’s really happening is change. You see, the nymph is busy growing and molting. It grows and molts, grows and molts, leaving ghost skeletons lingering in the water.
Nymphs mostly molt in the dark of night, so that sometimes the changes go completely unnoticed until one day the nymph crawls out of the water and up a cattail. It clings to the cattail with hooks on its legs and then a most splendid thing happens. One last time, the exuvia cracks open and an adult dragonfly flops out of its old self. It hangs upside down, seeing the world in a whole new way.
The new dragonfly waits. Waits to fly. Waits to see the world. Waits to wheel in the wind. When blood pulses into the wings, the dragonfly takes off. At first the flights are clumsy. The dragonfly bumbles around as if it’s getting acquainted with itself for the first time. After a few test flights the dragonfly is zipping around, hovering and even jutting in reverse. The scowl of the nymph is replaced with eager eyes and a jeweled body that shimmers even in the faintest of light. It’s hard to imagine that the dragonfly feels anything short of joy as it skims the water, reveling in the knowledge that, at long last, it has become what it is meant to be.
At night when sad thoughts creep in and steal the remnants of sleep, I think about the dragonfly. When I’m covered in sorrow and I can’t escape the muck, I take heart in the fact that growth is happening. Change is taking place, even in times when I can’t see it. I have to believe that heartache will someday become an ill-fitting skin that will eventually crack open and give way. Give way to beauty. Give way to love.
I think of the nymph and the day it makes the final climb up the cattail. That must be one scary climb. In fact the nymph will often fall back into the mud several times while trying to make that climb. When I feel like all I’m doing is falling, I remember the perseverance of the nymph.
I swing my legs over the bed each morning. I smile at my loved ones. I breathe in and out. I tell myself to keep trying. I know one day strength will break through sorrow, leaving the mire to exist only in my memory. I wait with anticipation for the day that I’ll soar with wings pulsing with life.
I love dragonflies for their patience. I love dragonflies for their determination, for their strength. I love dragonflies because they are tangible proof that ugliness and pain cannot contain the pursuit of joy.
During lonely nights, dragonflies sweep into my mind with their basket legs and scoop away brokenness, leaving room for hope.
And that is the thing I love the most about dragonflies.
4 thoughts on “The Thing About Dragonflies”
I love this, Alicia. It’s poetic.
This is beautiful and profound. Dragonflies make my world more beautiful and transformative.
I read two of your posts today about beautiful dragonflies and wanted to leave a little note. Transformative, like the butterfly too. Inspired to keep an open heart and mind, with gratitude for so many blessings. And right here a magic moment is happening within your twitter window: ‘No heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of it’s dreams’ ~ The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho My favorite book of all time! Thankyou
Thank you, Dances With Crayons. I think we all have so many blessings to be thankful for and today I’m adding you to my list for your kind words. Love, love, love that dragonflies have brought us together today.