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A Date with My Dragon on a Spring Day

We went for a ride on my bicycle today. Naturally I did all the work while my dragon rode along perched on my shoulder. What a glorious day! Bright sunshine and 72 degrees after a week of feeling like Noah stuck in his ark watching the rain through the portholes.

We sucked in the clean spring air (at least I did, especially pedalling uphill), and inhaled the wonders of spring: fire red azaleas, dogwood trees spreading their arms wide, pink and white blossoms drinking the sunlight. We passed freshly plowed fields, ready for planting, carpets of green cornfields where the young growth would barely tickle an elephant's (or a dragon's) ankle. So green and fresh and new.

When we turned onto Jackson Road, I looked for the rooster that loves to ride on the goat's back but they weren't in sight today. First time I saw them I nearly fell off my bike.

When we got home, my dragon took a nap while I cut the grass. That's because he was content. We both had our fill. We both recharged. We're ready to play now.

Daydreams & Dragons

Your dragon creates castles from the air, conjures fire from a sunrise, and tears from starlight (or starlight from tears).

Your dragon's appetite is insatiable, always hungry, ever eager for more. Can you picture a skinny dragon? Imaging for a moment a dragon trapped within a person who doesn't believe, who doesn't see -- no wonder their dragon sleeps.

Your dragon needs food. Your dragon sees through your eyes, listens with your ears, touches with your hands, feels the breezes on your face, savors the food you eat...

Go forth into your physical world. Relish the moment, share the food of your senses with your dragon. He or she will reward you with fantastic daydreams.

Poem: What Will I Write?

The page so white and pure
My heart fills with dread

My pen is clogged
I'll write tomorrow

My Dragon Just Winked at Me

When my dragon winked at me, I knew it was time to tell you about my dragon and ask you about yours.

What? You don't think you have a dragon? Ouch. My dragon just poked me in the ribs. Gently of course. He reminded me that people don't have dragons, we are dragons. Honest. Don't believe me? Ask your dragon.

We are all see, hear, touch, taste, prove it to me logical beings. Our logical self knows that dragons can't exist. How could they? It's not logical. Of course it isn't logical. Logic mystifies dragons. Dragons are emotional beings and find words difficult.

They talk to us in pictures, music, and ideas that seem to pop into our heads out of nowhere. Now you know where all those neat ideas and dreams come from.

Your dragon never judges, but you can always tell when you are in sync because you feel (remember that dragons are emotional beings) happy, excited, content. When you're sad or angry, it means that you and your dragon are disconnected.

Stop. Don't take your phone off the hook. Dragons love to play. They love to play with us and with other dragons. When we pretend our dragons don't exist. When we ignore them, they don't get mad, they just go to sleep.

Remember when you were a kid and you played with your dragon all the time? As we grow up, adults tell us to be practical. When we believe them (instead of our dragons -- dragons never lie) our dragons doze off into a fitful slumber.

Sometimes your dragon will open one eye and you'll have a sudden insight, but you might not know where it came from. I know my dragon is awake because he winked at me (honest) and poked me in my virtual ribs.

He told me that dragons are social. They love people, especially other dragons. You know that feeling you get when you meet someone and you like them immediately? That's your dragon and their dragon making contact.

Think about this one. My dragon and I were playing and we decided that marriage isn't a partnership after all, it's a quartet. What does your dragon think of this idea?

When you write or engage in any creative activity, where do you think your best ideas come from? There's no such thing as writer's block. When you don't know what to write it's because you aren't listening to your dragon.

Poem: Ideas

A great hawk
I watch and wait
searching
spiraling on thermals of insight

A great hawk
I thunder silently
plunging
impaling the unwary

A great hawk
I stretch my wings
climbing
dripping the blood of ideas

A great hawk
I settle to ground
quietly
devouring in delight

A great hawk
I watch and wait
searching
riding my hunger

Poetry: Learn to be Light

Learn to be light.

Become the dawn.
Slip and slide
through shutters and cracks.
Light the mind.
Warm the soul.

When twilight brings night,
bright flames burn
alive in the dark.
Erase the night.

Learn to be light.