The Breath of Spirit,
Walking with the Wind and the Dragon Welcome my dear friends,
Let's take a breath.
Feel it enter into your body,
This sacred air,
This invisible life.
It moves through forests,
Over oceans,
Into the lungs of animals and ancestors before you.
And now,
Now it lives in you.
Today we gather in a circle with the wind,
With the unseen currents that shape us,
And with the great winged ones,
The air dragons,
Who move with the currents and offer their guidance when we are ready to rise.
Air is the first breath we take when we enter this world,
And it is the last we exhale when we release,
And in between.
It's a constant whisper of spirit.
Air is an element of clarity,
Voice,
Inspiration and thought.
It is movement,
It's change,
And it cannot be grasped,
But it can be felt,
Deeply,
Intimately,
Like memory,
Just out of reach.
So when your mind feels foggy,
When your heart feels clouded,
When your voice has gone quiet,
Call upon the wind,
Call upon the air dragon.
The air dragon is not a being of fire or force.
It is the one who arrives silently,
Who circles above while we sleep,
Who lands gently beside you when you whisper,
I don't know what to do.
This dragon helps us untangle our thoughts,
Speak our truth,
Let go of outdated beliefs and receive inspiration when we think we've run dry.
It is especially drawn to artists,
Writers,
Teachers and healers,
Those who carry messages for the world but sometimes forget their own voice.
But more than anything,
The air dragon is here for those who are ready to move forward,
Not with force,
But with flow.
So how do we honor the wind?
How do we walk with the dragon?
Well,
We begin by breathing,
Not just to survive,
But to become present.
We let our breath guide us home.
We listen to the winds and the trees,
To the thoughts we try to cite,
To the dreams that knock on the doors of our hearts.
We speak when our truth trembles inside us.
We write,
We sing,
We paint,
We move.
We crochet,
We knit.
Not because we are certain,
But because we are called.
We stand on hills,
Open our arms and let the wind take something old away.
We burn herbs,
We send our prayers into the sky and we leave offerings,
Feathers,
Words silent and we whisper,
I am willing to fly again.
Air touches everything.
It kisses the water,
It fans the flame,
It moves across the earth,
It carries pollen,
Seeds and sounds and stories.
The Air Dragon knows this and it invites us to see our lives this way too.
Every experience we've had,
Even the heavy ones,
Can become a part of our wind.
Something to carry us forward,
Not to weigh us down.
When we connect with Air Dragon we remember,
I am allowed to change.
I am allowed to grow.
I am allowed to rise.
So how do we take what we have,
The story,
The struggle,
The scars,
And make something whole?
We start by breathing,
By letting the wind move through what we've been holding.
We let the Air Dragon remind us,
We don't need to be perfect,
We just need to be in motion.
We live more fully when we let our gifts be expressed,
Our thoughts be aired,
Our love be spoken.
A full life isn't one where everything is figured out.
It's one where we stay open.
Open to truth,
Open to inspiration,
Open to change,
Just like the wind,
Just like the dragon.
So may you walk with the Air Dragon at your side.
May your breath become your prayer.
May your voice return to you as a gift.
And when the next gust of wind catches your skin,
May you remember,
I am free,
I am light,
And I am ready.
