The “Hands of Time” painting was inspired by the dragonfly story I read at my mom’s memorial (shared below). The text in this painting reads “the treasure inside echoes through the hands of time” and feels like a lovely tribute in memory of our loved ones that continue to shine on, in, and through us. The original painting was a collaboration with my Grammie, who is in her 90’s!
The Story Of the Dragonfly, A Tale Of Life After Death…
Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads, there lived a little water beetle in a community of water beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond with few disturbances and interruptions.
Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their friend was dead, gone forever.
Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge to climb up that stem. However, she was determined that she would not leave forever. She would come back and tell her friends what she had found at the top.
When she reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the surface of the lily pad, she was so tired, and the sun felt so warm, that she decided she must take a nap. As she slept, her body changed and when she woke up, she had turned into a beautiful blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body designed for flying.
So, fly she did! And, as she soared she saw the beauty of a whole new world and a far superior way of life to what she had never known existed.
Then she remembered her beetle friends and how they were thinking by now she was dead. She wanted to go back to tell them, and explain to them that she was now more alive than she had ever been before. Her life had been fulfilled rather than ended.
But, her new body would not go down into the water. She could not get back to tell her friends the good news. Then she understood that their time would come, when they, too, would know what she now knew. So, she raised her wings and flew off into her joyous new life!
– Author Unknown
May the treasured memories and love continue to touch our hearts and lives… this story of a dragonfly found me when I needed it most and helped uplift my heart somehow even when I was missing my mom more than I knew it was possible to do! Please feel free to pass it on using the sharing buttons below. I hope it may be a blessing to anyone else that might need it as well.
I’ve made this particular painting available printed on tea cups/coffee mugs because I think they make a nice gift when offering condolences… when words won’t do, I hope that these will warm the heart with memories of love. ♡
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