Dragon Eggs

Conceived by the overwhelming power of passions blowing us back and forth into the world of archetypal light and dark, dragon eggs are jostled and churned until one of them drops from the nest and falls into our thoughts.

A tiny baby dragon hatches, nursing upon whatever self-love we have left, and begins to grow. Child of goodness and light, demon child of power, it learns to fly and then to breathe fire, becoming an archetypal creature itself.

Adopted child whose umbilical is connected to our very soul, this godly beast takes on our visage, carrying us up into the center of the silence, gobbling up darkness before it can come too close, barbecuing the rest so it becomes palatable to our human heart and cannot poison us for all eternity.

Ferocious beloved, willing to die again and again, that we might live.