Today is the day I grieve for the Dragon.
I do not honour the slayer saint, patron of the land I love, for the Dragon here, like the Snake in one of my ancestral lands signify other realities. Yes, dangerous but are we not untamed as well.
For these may indeed pose a threat to the powers of state and church, but they are the realities which sing in my woman-soul and nurture me at levels deep and broad.
This is the day I remember the wild energy of women dead and gone, those live and present, and ponder on those not yet amongst us.
It is a day I hold close the transformative Mother energy of Earth, the raw and raging dynamism of the planet which is so close under foot and seem seldom enough that we try to convince ourselves that our world is a calm and tranquil place.
Today is the day I celebrate the Dragon.
For the Dragon energy lives near us always and no saint could extinguish this potent force resident within our souls.
Let her free to roar again today.
Let her roar to call us to action to protect the land, the trees, the rocks, the rivers.
Let the roaring turn grief into deeds.
Let the roaring turn loss into renewal and regeneration.
Let the roaring turn pain into the hymn of our wild selves singing with the wild Earth, affirming we will be tame and tamed no more.
Let her free to roam again today.