“Time to get out and play!”
“Not without your mask, you don’t.”
When I sat down with the WAFDE Dragons back in 2011 to celebrate the first Month of the Dragon, they insisted, in their don’t-pin-us-down way, to make it a movable feast. So it was that, every year, we would confab in the late summer and, until now, we decided to keep it in October. Personally, I think Halloween was a major draw.
This year, however, we are going to take advantage of the movable part of the feast and push Month of the Dragon to February. The Dragons are being very gracious in this, acceding to the fact that I am on a book deadline – about them, always a plus in their minds. Also, yesterday, one of my furry hose-dragon cats sunk his teeth into my wrist and, though on antibiotics, computer work is rather hunt and peck right now. [Parker is very contrite and promises never to do it again. Right.]
By all means, anyone who wants to celebrate Dragons in October, or November, or every day of the year, have at it with draconic gusto. World Dragon Day is Saturday, October 6, this year, and we will certainly be hoisting a flagon in festive cheer. And, as February approaches, I will be posting reminders for one and all. It may be a short month but it will be packed with draconic fun.
Thanks for understanding. See you all then.
Six years ago – can’t believe it’s been that long! – Gatsby the Great came into our lives
and blessed us with three marvelous, magical, mystical children, Parker, Poe, and Carter-Lion.
Sadly, we lost Gatsby the next year, but her kids are still with us. They have grown into amazing beings: Poe wide-eyed and a little wild, in a constant state of surprise; Parker burly but a bit insecure which can make him scrappy (I think he might have taken his mom’s death the hardest of the three); and Carter who is a wonder – an extraordinarily Zen cat if ever there was one, a profound thinker.
Now every Earth Day is doubly joyous as we hug them close in grateful birthday celebration.
Happy Birthday to Poe, Parker, and Carter-Lion! May you have many, many more.
What a time it has been!
What came first, the Dragon or the Dragon Egg?
As with many things Dragon, we may never know for sure. But, as the sun follows the moon, and Dragonlets grow large, in MotD, World Dragon Day follows World Egg Day.
Dragons are found from pole to pole, desert to jungle, mountains to tundra. They roam clouds and oceans, canopies and caves. They are nothing short of ubiquitous. Here at the Nest, we want to celebrate WDD in some of our favorite visuals of Dragons around the globe.
And we can’t forget all the feline dracophiles out there:
One late-summer, fin de siècle night, Marge woke me, holding a tiny ball of black fluff in her hands. “Can we keep him?” she asked.
Distracted by tins of flaked tuna and super supper, I set about combing the burrs from his tail, then, when he’d eaten his fill, I tucked him under my covers and held him close until morning. Over the years, that remained his favorite place to sleep, head beside mine on the pillow, curled up like a little teddy bear. He didn’t stay little for long.
He told us his name was Sanji, Sanji Gupta. He was a prince among cats, proud and funny, with a regal air that spoke to an ancient lineage. His paws were immense but always velvet, his silky black fur and plume of tail – never again to run afoul of cockles – made him look like a great bearcat.
Over the years, he became the benevolent leader of the brood, not only accepting of newcomers but taking an active role in their raising. When Gatsby had her kittens Parker, Carter, and Poe, Sanji was the only other cat in the house she’d allow near them. He became their surrogate papa, keeping them safe, teaching them well.
Thunder was the only thing he was ever afraid of. And ever since the tornado of ’03, he was the best barometer around, scurrying under my bed at the first hint of a thunderstorm, coming out again as soon as it was safe.
So for almost sixteen years he was friend, companion, and inspiration. Then he suddenly got sick, aggressively so. And today I kept my promise to always take care of him, and now Sanji sits at Bast’s right paw.
Now he plays tag with lightning bolts and dreams he is the Panther Maharajah, ruling the forests of Chandrapur.
Every so often, if we’re lucky. we are blessed by truly exceptional companions. And every so often, with holes in our hearts, we have to let them go. And miss them.
Sanji is missed. Terribly.
Happy Earth Day.
Ok, I know that is an autumn photo, but the Dragons insisted. I hope everyone is able to get out and walk lightly through the world, eyes wide with wonder.
And now..drum roll, please…the answers to Sunday’s literary quiz are:
And for extra points:
How did everyone do?
Now go out and take that walk!