It seems as though from the beginning, there has been some sort of something going on with the men working on this project, or their family. Starting with the original owner, Jose Luis, who died days after selling me the land.
In the last couple of weeks, we have been dealing with a nephew with a scary tumor, and a baby boy who slipped after his bath and got hurt. On one hand, life happens. And maybe if this was in the US I would never even have known about it. But here, I do. I do because these guys stop everything and go wherever they need to be to handle, comfort, support or fund-raise. And often, they got together because there is a bond between them that I am understanding more and more.
As both of these latest injuries arose (and that's after a sudden death, and a murder) I wondered if there wasn't something wrong with the place. Was I not supposed to here? Is there a curse? Anything I should worry about?
I scanned my intuition, the way I felt over there, my conversations with the land.
No. Nothing. I couldn't pick up a bit of weirdness.
Telling my daughter about it, she too said that she felt good over there. And then she said "You know, what I am noticing is that this is happening to men. Even all the relatives, the baby are males. Do you think there is some male energy needing to be healed?"
Well, I have to say that the place feels very male. Not just because my crew is all males but everyone around is pretty much a man also.
A couple of days later, a girlfriend and I made our way over there at sunset, after the day's work. We brought a stick of palo santo, lit it, and spoke some healing prayer words.
A soon as we could see the wisp of smoke for the palo santo, a dragonfly flew right by us, then fluttered in and out of each of the open rooms. I had never seen a dragonfly over there.
We gave our thanks to the land and to the trees and to the rivers. We asked for this home to be a place of Joy and Safety for all the humans and animals who would enter it for an hour or for years.
The dragonfly kept on dancing.
Dragonflies feel magical to me. And very feminine.
The last time a dragonfly had graced me with what seemed like a truly intentional visit was in August of 2017. I had been invited to speak at a Goddess Summit, days before taking off for a six-month solo trip to Europe that had me feeling some trepidation. A dragonfly had arrived and flown-danced in front of me the whole time I spoke, back and forth, back and forth. It was both unsettling and reassuring and after the speech, I made sure other people had seen it too. They had, and they too had been mesmerized by it.
In animal medicine, the Dragonfly is about the breaking of illusions, especially those illusions that prevent growth and maturity. As I was about to embark on that long trip, I was not yet aware of the illusions that were about to get shattered. But shattered they were.
In almost every part of the world, the Dragonfly symbolizes change, transformation, adaptability, and self-realization.
To me, the visit spoke of magic, of believing in magic and in beauty and in whimsy.
Finding me again at a time of trepidation, of adventure, I believe it had come to tell me that all would be well. And to remind me to trust.
Since, we have learned that both the nephew and the baby are going to be okay. And I am learning to soften, to flow more, to trust.
Change, Transformation and Adaptability.