I’ve been doing a series of visualizations and rituals this week, inviting insight into my business.
(Yes, I do get up to some magicky-mischief sometimes. Perhaps I’ll share more on another day.)
Would you guess what’s showing up all over these visualizations?
DRAGONS.
Today, a word appeared on a scroll:
DRAGON.
Earlier, I saw myself taking a leap off the edge and growing dragon wings to fly.
Even the golem representing what’s holding me back asked to be transformed into a gargoyle. Technically not a dragon, but close.
I figure it’s time for me to articulate what “dragon” means to me and why it’s showing up all over my world.
A dragon is powerful. Passionate. Fiery with creation.
And when we combine the word dragon with heart, something deeper emerges:
DragonHeart.
She is fierce love. The purity of love that brings the truth which sets you free.
A video that found me today says it beautifully:
“A dragon is a symbol of the power of ancient wisdom and physical reality.
It invites you to express yourself fully, igniting your life through the power of dragon fire.
It connects the power of Heaven and Earth.
It is the revelation of secrets – the treasure discovered within yourself.”
Very simply, the energy of the dragon speaks to what I’m here to do:
Embrace the divine and human in the most unapologentically me creation of my life – and invite anyone who feels called to join me.
Sometimes it feels silly to be so dragon-obsessed, but the energy is rising and I can no longer contain it.
And I’ll take a cue from this quote:
“There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.” ― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
My inner world is rearranging itself, and my outer world is reinventing itself to match.
So yeah, dragon is the guiding word for this (r)evolution. And a bit about the 7 gifts of personal power from dragons.
I have written dozens (hundreds?) of stories featuring dragons. Here’s one from years ago that feels like a sort of origin story.
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On Becoming a Dragon
One day there was a girl who woke up from a dream of watching her beloved cat die. Java had died nine months ago, and it felt like losing her all over again.
“Enough!” she said to herself. “When a thing dies, let it go.”
So she did.
She went outside and encountered the most gorgeous, sparkling dragonfly. It was iridescent violet, silver, indigo and flecked with gold.
“Good morning!” it said in fluent English, with only the faintest Dragonfly-ish accent.
The girl’s heart leapt.
She followed the dragonfly down the mountain and into the valley. She followed it through dark alleyways and out into the sun. She followed it through the markets, past street vendors hawking their wares, past children laughing and playing.
Finally, it alighted on a sunflower growing beside the river and rested.
“I’m home,” the girl thought.
Her heart filled with the rushing lullabye of the river, the sweet breeze on her skin, the warm scent of grass in the air.
She lay down with her cheek against the earth. She could feel its heart beating.
The girl slept and dreamed she was a dragon, breathing fire, owning the air, casting her shadow over the earth below.
And it was so.
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Yours in love and play,
Steph
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