Today felt… strange.
Not in a bad way. Not even in a sad way, really.
Just strange. Quietly magical. Like the veil was a little thinner.
All the cities near us did their fireworks early this year—on the 2nd or 3rd. So tonight, even though it’s technically the Fourth of July, all I heard were little firecrackers in the distance. No big finale. No big show.
And maybe that was fitting.
Because this year, the spark came in a different form.
It started this morning.
The First Visit
My husband and I decided to go dashing early—he was actually awake and coherent (a rare thing at that hour with his work schedule), so we left.
We were barely pulling out of the driveway when we saw it.
A dragonfly.
Hovering right in front of me.
Not buzzing off. Not darting away.
Just… there.
Still. Present. Watching.
We eased the car back and slowly backed out—and only then did it fly away.
The Pattern Begins
We arrived at the first restaurant. Parked.
And there it was again. Another dragonfly.
Directly in front of my window, hovering.
It stayed the whole time we waited.
At the next location?
Another dragonfly. Again, facing us through the front window. Still. Silent. Just being.
By the time we ended up near Buckeye Lake, I started to feel like maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t random.
We made our final delivery and decided to try a local spot for lunch—Buckeye Lake Margaritas (which, side note, was incredible).
And what greeted us in the parking lot?
Yes.
A dragonfly.
It hovered right in front of our car. Didn’t budge when we parked. Didn’t flinch when we turned off the ignition. It stayed with us as we opened the doors. It followed us—actually followed us—toward the restaurant entrance.
It didn’t leave until we stepped inside.
A Whisper from the Universe?
Now listen—I know it couldn’t have been the same dragonfly every time.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to be.
Some part of me believed it could be.
Because today didn’t feel like a coincidence.
It felt like magic.
Like spirit.
Like a little wink from beyond.
Like someone—some thing—wanted me to feel watched over. Accompanied. Not alone.
And maybe, just maybe, dragonflies are messengers. The old folklore says they are.
Maybe they appear when the soul is ready to receive a little reminder that we are still deeply connected to what’s gone. That transformation, memory, and mystery still weave through our days—even on an ordinary Fourth of July.
🧚‍♀️ Your Turn
Have you ever had a symbol, animal, or something strange and sacred follow you around just when you needed it most?
Was it a butterfly? A feather? A number that kept showing up?
Tell me your story in the comments.
Let’s share a little mystical magic today. Because maybe… just maybe… those signs are the fireworks our souls need most.
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