Since I have just published a book about a Nun and a Dragon, I am
thinking about dragons of all varieties. The dragon is spread across more than a few cultures. Years ago I read that Carl Sagan
felt dragons might be a ghost memory humans retain about early life. While we never met dinosaurs (Unless you are anti-evolution) we may briefly have coincided with larger lizards.
Something about the reptilian heart makes us pulled to its mystery.
The eyes look at the world differently — more sedately. The whole
skin and movement is opposite from ours.
At the pet store I see the beauty of the small lizards in their heated glass worlds. I long to take one home, but my dog and cat would never understand.
One Chinese New Year in Philadelphia I saw the costumed large dragon moving through the streets inviting laughter and joy rather than the fear the old renditions invoked.
I love that the dragon ushers in a New Year somewhere. We should
not let our primitive memories go as we move forward through Time.
We should welcome the dragon.