The dragonfly's journey is a meditation in wonderment. The larvae wiggle through water, living life as water beings, seemingly unaware of any other world. If they get a glimpse of the world of air, the world of earth and firey sun, it is only like a dream to them. One day, for reasons no one understands, the dragonfly nymph stops swimming and latches onto a blade of water grass. It climbs, one leg after the other, until it emerges into the air for the first time. It waits on the blade of grass, swaying in the air, until its wings dry. It unfolds them, stretches, vibrates those translucent double wings for the first time, and -- takes flight. It never returns to the water again. And so it is with my daughter, Corey.
7/19/2013 03:22:28 am
Ohhhhh, this is the most amazing metaphor...it has helped me as I try to comprehend the grief you are living...what a wonderful image this is, Sheridan.
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Love Is Stronger Than Death
These entries are part of an upcoming book about love and grief, in honor of Corey Considine, my beautiful younger daughter. She was with us in physical form from August 12,1983 to June 6, 2013. It was a vehicle accident, at the end of a beautiful sunset she had just watched from her favorite hill. She was engaged to a wonderful young man, dabbling in art, planting gardens, planning her wedding, offering love, care, and healing to everyone she knew.