Tonight, the words of Ursula K. Le Guin washed back over me at the Literary Arts tribute to her life and work.
“Dragons are one of the truths of us,” she said.
This line sticks with me, even now…especially now.
As we stand on the bright and brilliant edge of revolution, we look down at what our bodies have become: all hardened scales and leathery necks. We open our mouths to speak gently, but our voices flood from between our teeth.
We are the revolution, as Le Guin said. We are brilliant and bright and beautiful dragons. We cling to each other with claws not made for fighting but made for protecting, for holding close. We are part of a whole, as the words on her gravestone say. We don’t need anger because we have truth. And our truth is this: we are Dragons.
And even as we fade, we lift our wings, we fly.
We are dragons.
Thank you for the reminder, Ursula. May the winds be calm and your wings be light.
