white dragons

The Dragons

The Dragons are sleeping. They lie curled up, like a lattice across the globe, waiting and watching for the time when they will be needed again. When the rays of the Sun stretch over the horizon and begin to warm their skin, then we will see them stir, twitch, shift, and stretch, unfolding wings, bodies, …

woman holding shard of light

Anger is a funny thing

Anger is always the enemy, the deadly force that you must hide or tether to piety like a runaway horse. Hot flaming anger burns through your body like blazing coals. Seething rolling anger bubbles below the surface like a geyser of sulphurous hurt and frustration. But anger also signals that a boundary has been crossed, …