The oddest things have been happening lately. Things that have been happening in my brain. New things; things I’ve never felt before.
I tend to be a slightly more introspective guy than most. I like to think it’s a self awareness that comes from training my mind to simply be aware, but really, it’s likely no small amount of ego coming to the surface. But I do know what makes me tick. I know what makes me happy (a good joke, time with my wife and kids) or sad (remembrance day commercials). What makes me mad (stories of bullies) or judgmental (stories of other people being judgmental. Yes, I’m judgmental of judgmental people. It’s just the way I am.)
So when something new happens, something about the way I think, it really surprises me.
On Saturday, I was walking to my car after a training session. It was an unseasonably warm day, and I was satisfied and tired after a good, long training session.
Just after I crossed the street, a small red dragon fly landed on my trousers. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye, and I think I may have felt him land on me.
And I stopped walking.
And I sat down.
And I watched him.
He rested there, I could see his little body breathing. And then he took off.
And I continued on my way.
Then, I started thinking about what had happened: For a brief moment, I had stopped for a bug that had landed on my clothes. And it surprised me. All I had been thinking about was that I wanted to give the dragonfly a bit of a breather, a chance to rest before finishing off the end of his season. And that’s oddly compassionate when thinking about an insect.
I can’t fully explain why I didn’t brush the dragonfly off, or just keep walking. I’d like to think that maybe all this training is helping me see the effect I have on the world, one dragonfly at at time. But that’s just a little too flaky, even for me.
Maybe I’ll understand it someday.
But I’ll tell you this:
That dragonfly sure was beautiful.
Bonus: It’s Bruisday again!
Check out this baby:
Given to me while blocking a roundhouse kick by a fellow brown belt, who will be grading with me in June of next year. She’s 17. She hits like a girl. Which in this case means fast, hard, and with deadly intensity. I can only hope my girls will one day kick this hard.