An Extraordinary Day

 There is nothing special about housework, essential as it is. It's a hot day. and the kitchen door is wide open. The afternoon sun is streaming through. Out of the corner of my eye I became aware of movement, and looking up from the dusting. I saw a dragonfly.

A dragonfly in the kitchen is sufficiently unique, but this surpassed unique. It was at least 10cms long. i stepped briskly into the kitchen to take a closer look. The dragonfly zipped immediately left into the bathroom closely followed by me. I thought to open the windows, so the beautiful creature could head out.

It had vanished. I didn't immediately assume it had vanished. Why would I? That would be crazy thinking. I opened the windows. and searched in vain for the missing protagonist with the thought of photographing it. Nowhere to be found.

 Still believing this to be a different species to the familiar sort, I began to search the net via AI for this giant. It doesn't exist. A puzzled Copilot (MSN's brAIn) insisted I'd seen a bat. ("AI can make mistakes.")

When it comes to mythical experiences, I'm a sceptic. Not an unbeliever, but a person who is likely to suck in their breath and look askance. But I cannot unsee what I saw. An astoundingly beautiful creature that appeared and vanished.

Sticking to the mythic quality of the episode, I returned to brAIns and asked for what it had on dragonfly lore. Interesting. Here it is.

Mythic Qualities of Dragonflies

Dragonflies have carried symbolic meaning across cultures for thousands of years. Their unusual life cycle, shimmering colours, and astonishing flight make them natural emblems of transformation, threshold‑crossing, and spiritual presence. This page gathers the most enduring mythic qualities associated with dragonflies.

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1. Creatures of Transformation

Dragonflies begin life underwater as nymphs, then emerge into the air in a sudden, decisive metamorphosis. This makes them symbols of:

• Personal change and renewal

• Emergence from old patterns

• Awakening to clarity

• Crossing into a new phase of life

Their transformation is dramatic and luminous, often used in myth to represent spiritual growth.

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2. Beings of the Threshold

Dragonflies move between water and air, stillness and speed, visibility and disappearance. Many traditions see them as creatures that slip between worlds.

They are associated with:

• Liminal spaces and thin places

• Messages from the unseen world

• Encounters that feel otherworldly or numinous

• The ability to cross boundaries with ease

Their sudden appearance and disappearance often marks a moment of significance.

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3. Symbols of Lightness and Joy

With their iridescent wings and astonishing agility, dragonflies embody lightness of spirit.

They represent:

• Joy arriving unexpectedly

• The quickening of intuition

• Moments of enchantment

• The presence of blessing

Their movement is often described as a dance of light.

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4. Souls in Motion

In parts of Europe, dragonflies were once believed to be souls in transit—living spirits moving lightly through the world.

Their appearance indoors was taken as a sign of:

• Protection

• A loved one’s nearness

• A gentle spiritual visitation

These associations are always benevolent, never ominous.

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5. Clarity and True Sight

Dragonflies have nearly 360‑degree vision, making them symbols of insight and perception.

They are linked to:

• Seeing truth beyond illusion

• Clear understanding

• Sharp intuition

• Wisdom gained through stillness

In Japanese symbolism, they represent victory over deception and clarity of mind.

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6. Messengers Between Realms

Many Indigenous North American traditions describe dragonflies as carriers of messages from ancestors or the spirit world.

They are seen as:

• Intermediaries between realms

• Bearers of subtle guidance

• Signs of spiritual presence

Their swift, darting flight reinforces their role as messengers.

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7. Emblems of Summer and Enchantment

In Celtic and British folklore, dragonflies are linked to the height of summer and the faerie realm.

They evoke:

• Warmth, vitality, and abundance

• Encounters with the enchanted or uncanny

• The shimmering beauty of midsummer

Their iridescence and speed make them natural symbols of magic.

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Key Themes at a Glance

• Transformation – emergence into new life

• Thresholds – movement between worlds

• Joy – lightness and quickening of spirit

• Soulfulness – gentle spiritual presence

• Clarity – true sight and insight

• Messengerhood – carriers of subtle meaning

• Enchantment – symbols of summer magic

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Dragonflies have always been creatures that invite wonder. Their mythic qualities remind us that some encounters are meant to be held gently, honoured, and allowed to remain mysterious.

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Muse-ing

What I was doing in the USA: Thinking. 

There are days when the world feels like it’s spinning faster than my thoughts can catch it.Quantum chips, multiverses, encryption, wars, politics, cruelty, compassion - all of it swirling like a murmuration of starlings, trying to decide which way to turn and where to land.  And somewhere in the middle of it, there’s me: a poet in superposition.

Not choosing yet. Not collapsing the wave. Just holding the possibilities lightly in my hands.

On Qubits and the Power of “Both/And”

I’ve been reading about qubits - those strange little quantum creatures that can be 0, 1, or both at once. A classical bit is Adam or Eve. A qubit is Adam and Eve, shimmering together until the cosmos demands a decision. It struck me that this is how many of us live now: in the in-between, in the not-yet, in the place where ideas swim around without settling.

Superposition isn’t confusion. It’s the fertile pause before clarity.

The Pebble and the Pond

I joked that poets should be central to government decision-making. Imagine it - Cabinet meetings beginning with a stanza, budgets footnoted with compassion, policies written with margins wide enough for metaphor. Idropped that thought like a pebble into the pond, and in one universe - if you like that way of thinking - the ripples reached the right ears and it became real.

There’s something hopeful in that. Not scientific hope, but human hope.

The World as It Is

And yet, we live in a world where choice has teeth. People believe what they like and get away with it. Sometimes that belief births abolition,sanctuary, soup kitchens. Sometimes it births fear, cruelty, pointless wars, and the rise of those

who thrive on division.

The suffering is real.

The wounds are real. 

The chaos is real.

But so is the capacity for goodness.

The World as It Could Be

Many years ago, I realised something simple and terrifying: humans shape reality. 

Every act of kindness, every refusal to hate, every moment of restraint - these are the quiet decisions that build a better branch of the universe. You might call it the Kingdom of God, were you so minded. You don’t need a multiverse for that. You just need a heart that refuses to go numb.

The Awakened Heart

And this is where I land, again and again:

“I will not betray my awakened heart.” 

Because Love exists. Somewhere, sometime, it will be perfect. Not perfect in the sense of tidy. Not perfect in the sense of painless. But perfect in the sense of whole - the way a seed is perfect before it breaks open. Love is the final truth of things. Even when the world forgets it, I won’t.

A Closing Thought

Perhaps this is the real superposition: the world as it is, the world as it could be, and the fragile luminous space between them.We live in that space. We choose in that space. And every choice is a ripple.

Somewhere, in some branch of possibility, humanity gets it right.

My task - our task - is to make this branch resemble the perfect as closely as we can.

[Autosaved] Advent -ures

I'm attempting to write this blog with an electronic pen - a cheap knockoff from China. Its a bit hit and miss, but is on the whole, coping well with my erratic handwriting. The reason for resorting to high tech is that I have chronic pain in my neck and shoulders, because I think I slept awkwardly A few nights ago, and am suffering the consequences. This is making Advent rather more adventurous than expected, but, hey! At my age a little discomfort is to be expected. I'm propped up in bed, head fixed facing forwards, tablet On my knees,  scribbling away. As A fan of all things electronic, I am rather enjoying myself. The eccentricities are a random refusal to print a lower-case a, and  a tendency for the pen to switch off at inconvenient moments. 

I’m  a fan of Advent , a time of quiet reflection, at least in theory,and take measures to keep frenzy to a minimum. There is only one gift to buy, as "secret Santa“ allocates one family for the receipt of my seasonal generosity- I haven’t known what to buy anyone since they passed the soft toy phase, so the purchase of a mini-waffle maker for one branch of the clan sorts out much rumination, and saves a lot of money. I recommend this to all grandparents. 

Ray sends out the electronic Christmas cards about now, so if you’re reading this, you probably got one. If didn’t, leave your email in the comments below.

Sitting Tight

    I wonder how my mother felt back in the summer of 1945? She’s 18 years old, and war is already raging on the Continenet due to the meglomania of a fascist  madman, determined to fashion the world in his own twisted image. I think I know.

There is an unforgettable beauty in this Spring day. I will treasure it, as perfect. It’s warm, and I am serenaded by a chorus of a splendid clutch of songbirds. Violets, primulas, primroses and daises are scattered willy-nilly at my feet. Above my head, the mock orange, and  Pacific dogwood are waiting in the wings. A few more weeks and they will shower me with blossoms.

I hesitate to spoil the mood. So maybe I won’t. Maybe, like my mother, eighty years ago, I’ll enjoy this day, and let tomorrow be.