We were headed out away from the afternoon’s task when we came upon her… poor little dragonfly. She was laying on the ground, one wing missing and I knew she was mine. The fiery one said to me “always” and she was right. I picked her up and carried her to the car, she was now under my care.
Every time I expend a large amount of energy in a working, I find dead things. Sometimes I leave them with offering, sometimes I take them for burial, and sometimes, such as this one… I keep them. I was endeared by her three wings, like she left something of herself behind as well.