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by Bill Tiepelman

Guardian of Changing Times

The Dragonfly’s New Year’s Resolution It was December 31st, and deep within the forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the rivers chuckled like gossipy grandmothers, a dragonfly sat pondering its year. This wasn’t just any dragonfly. Oh no, this was **Donovan**, a dragonfly with iridescent wings that shimmered with the hues of all four seasons. Donovan was the kind of dragonfly who’d seen it all: frosty mornings, rainy afternoons, sultry summer nights, and far too many pumpkin spice latte cups discarded by hikers. “Another year gone,” Donovan sighed, sipping nectar from a tiny mug. (It wasn’t actually a mug—it was a dew-covered acorn cap, but a dragonfly’s imagination is a powerful thing.) “What have I accomplished? Did I grow as a dragonfly? Did I live my truth? Did I eat too many mosquitoes? Probably. But regrets are unbecoming of my species.” Despite his musings, Donovan was feeling the same weight many adults do as the calendar threatened to flip: the crushing existential dread of **New Year’s resolutions.** The Resolution Brainstorm “Okay, Donovan,” he muttered to himself, “Let’s get serious. If humans can convince themselves they’ll ‘go to the gym’ or ‘stop binge-watching shows they’ve already seen,’ then I can set my own goals.” He grabbed a leaf, dipped a twig into some mud, and began to write. Fly more. “I spent way too much time resting on branches this year. I’ll zig-zag more dramatically in 2024!” Cut back on snacking. “Fewer mosquitoes, more… uh… smaller mosquitoes?” Learn a new skill. “Like hovering upside down? Or synchronized flying? The other dragonflies would LOVE that!” Find love. Donovan paused, blushing slightly. “Okay, maybe I’ll just try not to get ghosted by another mayfly.” As the list grew, Donovan began to feel something unfamiliar: hope. Sure, his resolutions sounded silly, but wasn’t that the point? Life didn’t have to be a grand spectacle—it just had to be his own little adventure. The New Year’s Eve Celebration That evening, the forest buzzed with excitement. Animals of all shapes and sizes had gathered by the glimmering pond for the annual **New Year’s Bash.** A family of raccoons hosted, naturally, because raccoons know how to throw a party. Fireflies provided lighting, owls DJ’d with their soothing hoots, and the frogs? Oh, the frogs croaked in harmony like a drunken karaoke choir. Donovan showed up wearing his finest sheen of dew, his wings catching the glow of the fireflies. “New Year, new me,” he whispered as he tried to mingle. He chatted with a squirrel who couldn’t stop nervously nibbling on an acorn, complimented a ladybug on her perfectly symmetrical spots, and even exchanged awkward pleasantries with an intimidatingly large beetle who claimed to “invest in aphid futures.” When midnight approached, the entire forest gathered near the pond. A wise old turtle climbed onto a mossy rock, clearing his throat to deliver the annual countdown speech. Reflections and Revelations “Another year comes to a close,” the turtle began, his voice slow and steady. “We’ve survived storms, droughts, and… whatever that weird human camping trip was. But look around you now. We are here. Together. And that, my friends, is enough.” The crowd erupted in cheers, croaks, and chitters. Donovan felt a surge of warmth—not just from the fireflies, but from within. Sure, he’d made a list of resolutions, but maybe, just maybe, he didn’t need to achieve every single one. Maybe the act of hoping, of dreaming, was enough to flutter into the New Year with purpose. As the countdown began—“10! 9! 8!”—Donovan turned his face to the stars. He thought of all the zigs and zags he’d taken this past year, the near-misses and the perfect landings. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was his. “3! 2! 1!” “Happy New Year!” the forest roared as fireflies lit up the night sky in spectacular patterns. Donovan felt a small tear roll down his compound eye. “Here’s to flying higher, laughing harder, and maybe eating one less mosquito… but just one.” And with that, the dragonfly launched himself into the air, his iridescent wings glowing brighter than ever. The New Year stretched ahead of him, vast and uncharted. And Donovan, the dragonfly with four seasons on his wings, was ready to face it all. The Moral of the Story So here’s to us, the Donovans of the world. Life doesn’t have to be flawless or meticulously planned. It just needs us to keep flying, dreaming, and showing up—sparkling wings and all. Cheers to a funny, hopeful, and joyfully imperfect New Year! A Dragonfly's New Year Wish Oh, the dragonfly perched with its colorful flair,Wings of four seasons, a wardrobe so rare."Another year passes, oh my, what a ride,But here’s to new chapters with laughter as our guide!" Winter was frigid; we froze in our tracks,Spring teased us with allergies and aching backs.Summer? Too hot—sweaty pits were a curse,And fall brought pumpkin spice (and receipts in our purse). Yet onward we go, with a toast in our hand,To a New Year ahead—unmapped, unplanned.Let’s shed off the old like a molt in the sun,And embrace every challenge, each new laugh and pun. Remember last January? The gym was our vow,Until February hit—"Eh, maybe not now."But this year is different, we swear we’ll succeed,(Though snacks during Netflix? A non-negotiable need.) The dragonfly whispers, "Just go with the flow,Let life’s breezes guide you, don’t row against snow.Your wings may get battered, your path not a line,But with humor and hope, you’ll do just fine." So here’s to mistakes, and to growth when we learn,To taking small steps, to the pages we’ll turn.The New Year awaits us, like spring's early bloom,Let’s laugh in the chaos and sweep out the gloom. Raise your glass high, let’s toast in good cheer:"To a funny, hopeful, messy New Year!" Bring the Magic of the Dragonfly Home Celebrate the beauty and hope of the seasons with products inspired by "Guardian of Changing Times." Tapestry – Perfect for adding a touch of seasonal magic to your space. Canvas Print – A stunning centerpiece for your wall art collection. Puzzle – Enjoy piecing together this intricate artwork during cozy nights in. Fleece Blanket – Wrap yourself in the warmth of this enchanting design. 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by Bill Tiepelman

Flight Between Warmth and Winter

The butterfly’s wings beat in silence, a fragile flicker caught between two worlds. On her left, a warmth radiated from autumn’s fading glow, trees ablaze in burnt orange and crimson hues, casting shadows long and soft. On her right, the chill of winter loomed, an ethereal blue light frosting the branches, each twig brittle under a sheath of ice. She felt them both – the fire and the frost, the yearning and the silence, the memory of warmth and the allure of stillness. For ages, she had known this dance, moving from one season to the next. Her flight was never straight; she veered, drifted, dipped, like a leaf caught in an unseen wind. She knew each gust that pulled her one way or another was an invitation, but her journey was neither simple nor aimless. Her path was shaped by the desire to find that place – that fleeting moment when autumn’s warmth met winter’s chill, where fire did not burn and ice did not shatter. There, in that quiet seam, she believed, was peace. Yet, peace was a promise she could never quite touch. Every year, as the autumn leaves fell and the first snow drifted down, she felt a yearning swell within her fragile chest. She was both light and shadow, fire and frost, and though her wings carried her through each realm, she belonged to neither. Her heart ached with a timeless hunger, a need to understand her place in the world – a world that kept shifting, slipping from warmth to cold, from light to shadow. Her journey was not without scars. Each season left its mark, a subtle shift in the hues of her wings, a whisper of change in the rhythm of her flight. She was resilient, yet each shift drained something from her. She had seen others – other butterflies who did not struggle between worlds. They settled, resting upon blossoms or braving the frost, at home in their chosen season. But she could not still herself, could not anchor to one time, one place. As twilight fell, casting a bruised purple across the sky, she landed on the limb of a tree that stood on the edge of both realms. One half of the tree was barren, its branches stripped and skeletal, a testament to autumn’s fiery conclusion. The other half was blanketed in frost, every leaf coated in glistening silver. She rested there, feeling the deep ache in her wings, the burden of endless flight, of yearning without answer. In that quiet, she dared to close her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her – the biting chill, the lingering warmth. She thought of the many cycles she had witnessed, the births and deaths, the wild colors fading into muted grays. She thought of the lives she had touched, the places she had seen, and wondered if perhaps her place was not in finding peace but in the act of searching itself. With a gentle shiver, she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a faint glow. The tree, standing at the threshold of seasons, seemed to pulse with a quiet, ancient life. Frost and fire coexisted in delicate harmony, neither overpowering the other, each vibrant and still. She could feel it, a whisper in the quiet – a message that all she sought was here, in the liminal, in the balance between two forces. She spread her wings, feeling the warmth of autumn bleed into the icy chill of winter, and lifted herself into the air. For the first time, she flew without resistance, embracing both sides of herself – the fire and the frost, the hope and the yearning. She did not belong to one world or the other, but to the seam where they met. She was the bridge, the butterfly that could carry both warmth and cold, carrying a promise that somewhere, in each passing season, there lay a moment of stillness. And with that, she soared, a spark against the twilight, a creature of both seasons and none. She carried with her the whispers of autumn leaves and the secrets of winter’s chill, a living testament to hope, to yearning, and to the beauty of embracing both light and shadow. Bring the Beauty of “Flight Between Warmth and Winter” Into Your Home Immerse yourself in the delicate balance of nature’s duality with products inspired by Flight Between Warmth and Winter. Each piece captures the ethereal beauty of the butterfly’s journey, allowing you to bring a touch of seasonal magic to your surroundings. Tapestry – Adorn your walls with this artwork, capturing the seamless transition between autumn and winter. Puzzle – Piece together the story of transformation and resilience with each intricate detail. Throw Pillow – Add a touch of seasonal elegance to your living space with this beautifully crafted pillow. Shower Curtain – Transform your bathroom into a sanctuary of warmth and cool elegance with this unique shower curtain. 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