It’s that time of year again. I am looking for respite in all kinds of creative ways. Five minutes of laundry, a three minute prayer, a coffee mug that needs washing right away. The reports are being completed, one at a time, each around 20 pages, some longer. The pressure is intense. End of school year is three weeks away. Children who are eligible for special needs funding need people to zone out everything else and commit to deadlines. I’m trying to stay afloat.
Having flown in this morning, I made a list of things I needed to do before flying out again tomorrow. My knees did buckle momentarily. There’s only 24 hours in a day. On days like this, that is a revelation and surprise.
I can work late into the night, I reassure myself. I’ll rest in the hotel tomorrow night. It’s something I tell myself each time, but rest is elusive. I always find something else ends up with a higher priority.
As the clothes line got busy with wet laundry, she caught my eye …
As much as I love birds and, a friend tells me whenever she sees a bee, she thinks of me, I have always been drawn to dragonflies. The fact that they fly across oceans with filigree wings, amazes me. I have photographed them as they fly, mate, and with wings poised, alight on surfaces, but I have never seen one at rest.
As I ticked laundry off the list, I stopped. I heard the message through my camera.
Rest, fold your wings
tomorrow, we fly again
And, for a moment, as I looked through the lens, the pressure eased.
a dawn bird
In response to Daily Word Prompt – Alleviate – November 30 2019