Yes, this is a picture of a dead dragonfly.
They’re out in full force right now (both alive and not), and there is something so amazing and beautiful and prehistoric looking about them that I couldn’t help but snap a photo this morning as Charlotte and I made our way around the park across the street. And although I hate this reminder that endings are just as dependable– and just as necessary–as beginnings and middles, the temporary-ness of it all made the dragonfly party in the park that we happened to catch on our dusk-walk tonight that much more beautiful.
This month, on the blog and in our lives, we’ve decided that we want to celebrate the harvest in all its dimensions. From the gathering of what has grown from the seeds we–and others–have planted, to the seasonal closure of all things living.We firmly believe that the ability to stop, notice and say this is good changes both the moment and the future– and, if you’re interested (and willing to share, of course)– we’d love to hear about your personal harvest this year.
What are you celebrating? How are you celebrating? And what, in your opinion, is the best way to honor a season’s (or many seasons’ ) growth?