Dragonflies

I can remember the first time a dragonfly landed on me.  I was 12 and had been looking for honeysuckle in the forbidden woods; the woods where those boys were said to have taken that girl, chained her to a tree, and beaten her to death.  I wondered how bad those woods could really be if dragonflies lived there.  From then on, they’ve been my talisman.  If a dragonfly crosses my path, I know I’m on the right track, I feel a sense of calm, my joy can be restored.

Without realizing it, Saraid Dalglish of The Mad Hattery (incidentally one of my favorite stores in SL), brought joy to my impossibly hopeless day today when she laid this on her group ….

The Mad Hattery: Baroque Inspired Hat in Green and Gold ... Group Gift

And there, right in front, is a dragonfly.  We have snow on the ground here in Alabama, where the official removal system consists of a bag of sand and a guy with a shovel.  He hasn’t made it to my street yet.  Which means I can’t get to the store where my daily ration of chocolate resides.  Saraid, without knowing it, saved me with a new dragonfly.  I added her hat to a fairly new addition to my tat wardrobe and hopped onto some balloons from Baffle ….

I was getting tired, so I pulled up a chaise from {what next} to show you the rest of the tat from Demonic ….

I think I’m going to take a hot bath.  With lots of bubbles.  And dream of Spring, when this snow will be gone, the man with the shovel will be out of a job, and the dragonflies will be back.