My New Shiny

Today I took my second Dragon Magic class. The teacher, a guy I met at Beltaine, is energetic but scattered. Still, the classes are a lovely respite from the world, a kind of semi-sacred space. Just being in the presence of other witches helps me feel less ostracized. I still have to drive an hour and a half to get that home feeling.

I am really very skeptical about the entire idea of dragons. I've never really gotten the fairies, or understood the pagan couple who altered a barn animal to make a unicorn, and bred it to make more unicorns. That sort of fantastic imagination has always escaped me. To get in the mood, I am watching Harry Potter movies, Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings. To further get in the mood, I bought a five headed dragon for my altar:




I also picked up an old set of books from Anne McCaffery, the Pern books. They're all about dragons and really have been the most helpful in getting me in the mood. Point is: this is a stretch for me, for sure. But that is one of the reasons I'm taking something sort of laugable like Dragon Magic. Who knows -- maybe I'll have a spiritual experience and run headlong into a dragon and discover a part of myself I had not yet realized. Or maybe I'll never understand it and after eight weeks I'll move on to some new topic. For me, the point is in the trying.