In Spring of 1996 I went to Santa Cruz island, in the Channel Islands, for a four-day retreat. I spent a lot of time tending the fire, in deep… into my imagination.

I saw a Dragon hidden in a ridge trailing out to meet the Sea as a promontory. It was as if the spine of the ridge was the back of the Dragon, with its snout poked into the Sea, like it was taking a sip from the great Pacific Ocean, with a long tail trailing off into the interior of the island.