Most of my life
I have felt afraid
of pretty much anything.
Having been equipped with a
highly sensitive nervous system
and incredibly thin skin.
Feeling overwhelmed
by collective pain
and believing I was to blame.
Drawing the only conclusion
that I must be inferior
and somehow less than.
All this changed
when I met my
ancient dragon friend.
At first she showed herself
as mild irritation
and occasional frustration.
Her temper hard to judge.
Sometimes she would rise up
unexpectedly.
And I would quickly
stuff her back down again.
That made her even more cranky
and very restless.
She did not like to be squashed
into such a small space.
She longed to fly
and to spread her dragon wings.
So she tried to rise again
and again.
She rose as unfairness.
As injustice.
She rose as anger
As rage.
Her eyes glowing fiercely.
She rose from the belly.
Breathing fire.
Creating more space.
At first, understandably
my body was a little concerned
about this fiery friend.
I bowed to the dragon.
And she started to show
a more gentle side.
Eventually, nuzzling herself
deep into my body.
And my body started to relax
into the support and holding of such
a powerful Friend.
I thanked her for her strength
and her deep dragon love.
In return,
she whispered into my ears:
I need your sensitivity.
I need your openness.
For they are my wings.
I have been looking for them.
They allow me to fly.
The dragon rose gently
filling my lungs and my heart
Spreading across
my entire nervous system
and skin.
Reclaiming my body as hers.
A new Being was born.
Drawing all of its nourishment
And natural confidence
from this Ancient Friend.
