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Invading Spaces: the Warrior Way

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Lady Bug


It was a warm sunny day in my back yard when I noticed a lady bug in my pool. I stepped inside the pool, and brought lady bug out of the water.


Just then I wondered what the temperature of the water was, and as I became conscious of the sensation of water on my legs up to my belly, It did not feel cold at all.


We, lady bug and I, symbiosed for quite a while. She was all wet, she was crawling on my finger getting the water off of her, trying to dry up. She tried to extend her wings, but her outer shell, her wing covers, the elytras, were stuck because they were wet and she could not. So she would crawl around some more, then try again to lift her wing covers, still it would not un-stick. I could see and sense her frustration. Then, after many attempts, she finally lifted her elytras.


Oh I was so happy!


Next she tried to extend her wings, but she could not. The wings under the elytras are ever so delicate and thin. Poor lady bug, now I felt the struggle got deeper and harder, her wings were all crumpled and stuck together. She tried and tried at first, no evident results, I was suffering with her. She kept exerting pressure, but the wings, the little crumpled up stuck together ball would not budge… She tried and tried, kept putting pressure and pressure, and eventually, I started seeing the ball open up, one increment, one stage at a time, it would open up , and dry a little. As they opened up, they looked as if they were completely broken. I thought 'poor lady bug, she cannot fly ever again.' But after many many repetitions and attempts, Finally she was able to Fully extend her wings, back and up. Oh how beautiful they looked, so delicate, tiny, and alive, and I could feel how relieved she was, stretching in victory and stretching them wide.


She crawled forward in an attempt to fly off, she could not. But on the next attempt, she flew off my finger, but sweet little ladybug could not fly too far and fell right back into the pool in almost the same spot I found her. Oh lady bug made me laugh and almost cry. I picked her back up again, she crawled on my hand, there we were, back to stage one. I put lady bug down on the floor next to me, as I wanted to get to reading 'Brida' by Paulo Coelho. After a short while, I looked down to see if lady bug was still there, I did not see her. She must have flown away. Her destiny, I do not know, maybe she was destined to stay in the pool. Maybe she fell back in the pool again, or maybe she flew off to where she was going before I found her in the pool. I like to think she flew off off and away.



Carolena Sabah welcomes any comments or questions.