In the midst of very real concern about how to possibly meet all of the commitments and responsibilities coming together to steal away the final weeks of summer vacation, there came a rare treat. While out walking with Walking Buddy today, there was a small sacred moment. A gift which cannot be given was received. A dragonfly flew into our path, and I wondered aloud if it might sit on my hand. I held out a hand to the erratic creature in utterly unrealistic hope. It settled onto my outstretched palm. And I saw a reminder of how to hold on to the gifts one receives. With an open hand that does not grasp or crush.