Feeling a little buggy today...so, I will be logging about how fragile they are. I would say, that they equal our fragility in nature.

Oh, first, this dragon fly was a photo from a vidio taken by the BBC in Japan. Of course, I changed it...I do that...hopefully without breakingcopywritete.

The reason I do that is because a photo will have colors that cannot be found in my crayon box and I would never think to mix my oil paints in such a way.

That is why I slowly go froBlBlog tblblog...for the colors ootother's lives...some emotional color I might not see in my boxed up life.

Now as you see this dragon...in winged spread flight...see how fragile it is upon the most gentle of breeze.

Now see this dragon in crystal form, sitting on a shelf without a hope of ever lifting itself into the fresh air, or landing upon the black inner tube holding a child splashing in lake water.

This little crystal figurine is actually heavier and stronger than its counterpart within nature.

Brushing past the bathers on sandy shores, who know better that one swift swipe of the hand will not catch them. They just leave, not quickly, not slowly. They just leave.

Drop this crystal on the floor and its parts will splatter in all different directions just as our heart does when it is dropped. Gathering up the parts will do no good. Glue...would hold it together...but never will it hold the glistening glass shine.

Beslalayed in a tiny jewel box and buried under that special flower. Their it can be remembered in its finest sparkle and shine with nothing lost from our fragile figurine. Our insect glides past the flower and moves on never knowing what is held beneath the soil of our soul garden.