Productivity & The Dragon

Merging worlds of external worry with the internal states cultivated by Spirit in my meditation practice, the visually creative realm provides comfort during stress.

It’s not uncommon for me to find myself obsessing over what to do. I see reality as this space where most of us have been programmed into productivity culture quite nicely. My meditation practice really required this narrative to be questioned.

The extent to which I find balance between action and inaction is still being discussed by my internal jury. Currently the consensus is pointing towards the need to focus on internal experiences and allow needs to be met when absolutely necessary. If I need to go to the bathroom, I go to the bathroom. Otherwise everything can be explored.

I have had to meet so much societal pressure head on to allow for the decompression sequence to happen. How deep can rest go when I no longer assume something needs to be done for the sake of doing it?

**Visuals come online**

I loosely see a dragon, our relationship seems firm, as though we’re friends. I’m riding on his back, physically feeling the undulations up and down as he flies through the air. This movement frees my mind from the suffering of thinking things should be productive in any moment.

**Visuals firm up as sensations of movement occur in the body**

We sit with each other at a campfire, since it’s not safe for him to use breath for warmth. The force of breath in its wholeness can warm entire cities, or destroy them. The power he yields in the utilization of such an act. So as we are resting around this campfire, I begin to look at his scales. They glow purple and green, almost iridescent but also reflective of the surrounding environment. I can see the glistening fire in each of them, creating a brilliance, indicative of the power he allows to rest inside him while we’re together.

Instead of using his voice, he speaks through presence. Much like we see men in society, he presents as very protective. His body circles the whole campfire and myself, allowing the heat and his presence to gather. Reflecting off his scales is not only the fire’s glow, but also an energetic symbol of growing presence, in the form of a continuum of infinity signs. These undulate back and forth from each scale to my body, providing a massage of sorts, inclusive of sound, almost like old-school computer-sounding water drops each time it hits my body

As this massaging continues, I notice my eyelids are heavy. I use my arms to slide back and rest on his side. His scales are surprisingly warm, but it can’t possibly be from the fire since it’s too far away. Within a few seconds I fall into a deep sleep.