Dragonflies have long been my touchstone in nature for gauging what's going on in my brain. This time of year they seem to have gotten a second wind, just as their summer reign simmers to a close there has been a flourishing of dragonflies to greet the sunrises and sunsets.
On my morning walk today there were no signs of the dragonflies. A welcome early fall breeze reminded me of the constant movement of things - of everything. Wasn't it only a second ago that spring was in full bloom and I was ready to burst into the passion of summer?
Movement with all it's go, go, go serves an important place in the diaspora of life on this earth. I walked up a steady, half-mile slope to the top of the hill. It was a slow burn - especially for someone who hasn't been engaging lately in all the joy that walking up this hill has to offer. I practiced my circular breathing, waved my hands to keep the circulation in my arms flowing, remembered to thank the sun, the beautiful moon, the incredible blue sky, and the trees.
The trees. The cottonwoods edged the road all along my walk. Their leaves shimmered like hands clapping, or a cheerleader's pom-poms beating together to the rhythm of enthusiastic chant designed to inspire me. With their help I continued up that incline walking faster and faster, feeling it in my feet, my legs, even my shoulders.
I thanked them, each and every one for their ability to motivate me and also for their service to nature as such magnificent beings. Their presence connected me in an instant to a moment in time merely a month ago in Abiquiui, NM where a grove of Cottonwoods along the Chama river welcomed me into their magical world at sunrise. Cottonwoods, alamosas (remember the Alamo?) are the grande dames of the tree world in the southwest. Their presence speaks volumes without saying much of anything at all.
My heart opens a little wider with gratitude each time I consider the simplicity of nature. I stood at the gate at the end of my walk reflecting on the idea that flow is about constant movement - the yin and the yang, the ebb and the flow. Then I heard a voice say, "When it's time to sit in meditation, it's time to sit. When it's time to walk up that hill, it's time to walk. Constant movement, constant flow." I look up to see the first dragonfly of the day. One, only one, hoovering in the vibrant leaves of the cottonwood tree.