Upon dragonflies and diaries

Last summer I had breakfast with a dragonfly. I was drinking tea in the morning sun outside my cottage in Sweden when the dragonfly parked itself on my shoulder. It was sitting there for several minutes, totally motionless, looking like a brooch. All of a sudden, it took off, but returned just as fast, now with a fly or whatever bug it had caught. And so we where sitting there together again, me drinking my tea and eating my toast, the dragonfly crunching its prey. The sun was shining, birds where singing, and it all felt very peaceful. I didn’t want to interrupt our meeting, but I really had a lot of things I needed to do, so after a while I stood up to get going. Just before entering the house, the dragonfly reluctantly left my shoulder

At the time, my sister was very much into a book called “The language of the animals”. It’s kind of a shamanic dictionary, claiming that when one’s having a special experience with an animal (in real life or in a dream) the animal brings you a message. There are hundreds of animals in the book, for each explained with a few sentences what they’re “saying”. I asked my sister what the dragonfly wanted to tell me, and she said the message was that I have a great spiritual gift that I should use, and that I have a strong intuition. I never considered myself being “spiritual” – in fact, I find the word kind of scary – but my intuition often does speak strongly to me. Most of my life I’ve been trying not to listen to it, but after that breakfast I decided to try not to turn it down again.

That’s why I will call my blog “The dragonfly diary” even though it’s probably not going to be anything about dragonflies at all, and it’s probably not even going to be a diary, since I never managed to keep one for more than a week ever. But the name came to me when I was thinking about how to name this blog-project I’ve decided to start, and it gave me a good feeling. I like the sound of it, I always liked dragonflies, and it also associates to one of my favourite movies, “The motorcycle diaries”, so that’s what it’ll be, even though a more appropriate name would have been something like “My randomly gathered ideas upon life, the Universe and everything”.

Also I’ve decided to write in English, even though my mother tongue is Swedish, and my English really isn’t very good, rather a self made hot-pot, boiled together during many years sharing kitchen with people from all around the world. But, now again, that’s what the Dragonfly is telling me;-)

So what can you expect to read about in my so-called diary? I promise it will be nothing about boys I have a crash on or which clothes I’m wearing.... There might be some thoughts about relationships, though, or some ideas upon clothes design - or garden design for that matter. Sustainable living is one favourite subject I often return to, as well as different aspects on health, food, parenthood and personal development, but frankly, right now I have no idea what will happen, just that I want it to be like my "Scanner Daybook" which I kept from time to time since I read Barbara Sher´s wonderful book "Refuse to choose". A place to write about whatever idea that occupies my mind at the moment. Usually I don’t do more about my ideas than to write them down. Writing them here means they’ll get a chance to a second life - If you find something useful, please feel free to adopt it!