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May 26, 2015

Dragon Dreams.

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A wild, twirling, sunlit dance with dewdrops at my feet, laughing in fragrant fields for eternity.

I want to live from this place of Rumi’s poetry. Abun-dance as my mantra. The carefree swirl of new steps like an Impressionist masterpiece with partners forming an intimate collection of adventures and joy. Everything radiant, sensual and alive.

Vibrancy is accessible during time off and trips with close friends, when newness is at every bend. My heart has a sign, “Please enter, come right in!”

Yet, frequently life is lived from fierceness, behind walls—a stomping tantrum on this battlefield of struggle.

The lightness of being lost, from the palette of soft hues. I would prefer to be swallowed by the sea or take the long way home, spotting wildflowers next to train tracks, alone.

Some of us feel like alien light beings, stuck in this place of perceived purgatory, challenged between the divine and human existence—inadvertently trying to leave before really arriving.

Diving in and checking out.

How does one articulate existential pain?

“Not belonging” takes on new depth when we do not feel fully part of the existing time-space reality. But if we are all souls, none of us is really from here.

We are all just here now.

I am on a quest for that love-joy-happy elixir.

Is it a potion, a pill or maybe ayahuasca to release this logical-linear mind trance?

Many traditional cultures have rituals, sages, shamans or others who serve as a bridge between earthly form and soul existence.

We are all the complexity, the layers of unfolding and contain multitudes. Yet, this space can feel raw and terrifying.

I wonder if soul centered living is compatible or suit-able for office days and spreadsheets.

These questions have perfected my “cryface.”

Am I on the right path? Is this my dharma?

These are inherently more nuanced than is this the right job?

I would like simpler questions.

Eventually, all cubicles will be the death of the fire breathing dragon.

And we need dragons.

I am reminded of childhood tales. There are magical lands with fairies, leprechauns, dwarves and an array of other colorful characters.

Where are these wondrous beings now?

To live from this place of abundance, it seems logical magic exists.

Thus, magical beings must also be real.

Many cultures have incorporated this concept.

I love Hindu gods and goddesses with many arms and superpowers. There are demons in Bali and other mythical creatures like the giant humanoid bird—a Garuda, or even the flying lion, an emblem of the Republic of Venice and ancient symbol of St. Mark.

My current affinity is with dragons.

Consequently, I am often at the Asian Art Museum getting lost in the red and purple ones on ancient vases.

Dragons are fiery, destructive and fierce.

I want to embody these traits. We all want to destroy patterns that no longer serve us, be more visible, powerful and known.

The anger I feel at human existence and its challenges can be overwhelming. It’s the fury and rage of a dragon’s breath.

We can allow these events to overwhelm us, or be the hearth of transformation.

As I sit at my brunch spot sipping Dragon’s Well Tea, I recall a recent encounter.

I was rushing home, through the park trying to beat the onset of rain. I was debating at the time about a trip to Puerto Rico—should I, should I not, the expense, the time off, etc. My mind was stuck in linear-rational trance.

In front of me was a young couple walking their dog. No one else was in this vast expanse but the three of us. The dog suddenly ran out and the man turned to chase it. As he faced me, I smiled deeply. On the front of his red t-shirt was a large dragon in silver.

I walked home content certain I would be booking a trip to Puerto Rico soon. Somehow there is magic for me there.

May we all find ways to live more fully from abun-dance, taking the small two-step when needed and the leap—the grand jeté—of faith into divine grace knowing the universe fully supports us.

And in this leap beyond our current matrix, beyond right and wrong, there is a field and I will meet you there—and we will dance.

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Relephant:

3 Simple Rules to Ride Fear Like a Dragon.

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Author: Jolie Marie Carey

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

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