I am wondering if some of you would share your thoughts on this odd phenomenon I've had going on: several different small creatures have come to me when they are dying, and stayed with me for their last moments. I was in my garden when a luna moth fluttered over (this has happened before, though not this year). Wings were tattered and two legs were broken, but its fat fuzzy body and multi-branched antennae were perfect. Still beautiful, I thought; but it was dying. It sat in the palm of my hand and shivered on and off; after a few minutes, it died. I sat on the earth beneath one of my favorite trees and tried to be whatever comfort I could until it was dead, and then I placed it gently into an empty birds' nest I'd found on the ground earlier that day.
Today I was walking beside the Susquehanna River, which was covered with dragonflies. I bent to splash some water on my neck (it's freakin' hot today!) and one of the light-blue dragonflies landed beside me. I looked more closely when it thrashed around, and it was dying. I put out my hand, and it crawled in. I stood there beside the river for a few minutes; eagles were soaring overhead, screeching; I asked it where it would like me to place its body when it had passed, and I felt it wanted to be in the water. So when it had gone, I put the body into the water and let the current sweep it away.
No more than a few minutes later, a black and red butterfly (don't know what kind) fluttered over and landed on my shoulder. It fluttered around some more, bounced off my wrist and fell to the ground. Jake said, "Why does everything come to you to die?" and I said I was just wondering the same thing. I bent over and offered my hand, and the butterfly fluttered up toward my shoulder again. It fell off, landed in my hand. It stayed for a few minutes, but was startled by Jake's shadow and flew off. I followed it briefly, but it flew further away, so I wished it peace and continued my own way.
These are the three latest examples of this odd phenomenon - I've had birds also do this, just not as recently; so I'm wondering what it is that makes me a magnet for dying creatures. I don't enjoy it, of course; it makes me sad to see them dying; but I do what I can.






Honestly, I didn't post as someone who has recently become more sensitive to normal goings-on, however; I've always noticed tiny creatures and observed them. The reason I posted was that it is *unusual* for me to have this number of insects and birds coming and then dying in my immediate vicinity. When something unusual happens on a semi-regular basis, I tend to inquire into how and why and wherefore.
There's a self-centered childish egotism in this, of which we may seem to be (and sometimes ARE) guilty.
- again, it really is nice to not be the only one.
- I did actually know that about moths; it was one of those things that stuck with me when I read it, since I found it so fascinating. I also knew about nymphs, and yes, they were all flocking 'home' which was why the water was virtually coated with them at times. Very cool to see!