Within each stone is a crystal.
Kellie Conn, Avalon Crystal
I’m on holiday with Puff. I never intended to bring a dragon along but he insisted. Just as he insisted I buy him when in Belfast. Really insisted. When I’m overloaded with dragons as it is. But he promised me a quick, smooth flight to the sun and sea on a weekend Gatwick was fraught with problems and he kept his word. We touched down early without a bump. But then he’s a water and air dragon with a fire-rose on his backside. Very different to his Pyrite cousin who so enjoyed circling Belfast airport. As I should have remembered, Puff was invented for children and I found myself seated in a very noisy spot. Surrounded by young children, which Puff loved, although I kept him firmly tucked away in my handbag. Next time I’ll ask him to seat me among the grown-ups.
If you remember, Puff was a magic dragon who lived by the sea. Much has been written about the possible meaning of the song but the writers have always denied it had any connection with death or drugs. So, another urban myth bites the dust.
Puff The Magic Dragon evokes that magical time in all of our lives, when life was simple, Santa Clause was real, and when we actually played and let our imaginations take us to far-off lands like Honahlee. We invented imaginary friends and something like a magic dragon was very real to us indeed… The song is about childhood, and the loss of innocence that comes with the end of childhood, nothing more sinister than that. [https://spinditty.com/genres/Puff-The-Magic-Dragon]
Sometimes we could all do with regaining a bit of that trusting childhood innocence and no longer seek out dark meaning where none exists. Our imaginations could transform the world if only we’d let them. So let’s create a reality in which magical dragons make themselves known to everyone.
Puff is proving to be an entertaining companion. He loved basking in the sun and even came to the taverna. But, ‘Look closer,’ he kept saying. ‘All is not as it seems.’
Saying that to someone who walks along pristine pebble beaches with her eyes glued to the stones made little sense. I’d already found a multiplicity of fossils in the pebbles, although I didn’t think that was what he was getting at. Until I went down to photograph the quirky rusty lampposts on the shore in the early morning light on the way to The White House. And there was a stone that had been split. Interesting on the outside given my obsession with different types of Flint and to unusual colours, although nothing startling. But a revelation on the inside with its sparkling interior catching the sunlight. There was indeed a crystal inside the stone. That’s how dragons teach. By analogy. Crack open the hard shell and there’s another world inside. The same applies to human beings.
I always say that, with crystals, biggest isn’t necessarily best. Nor is the most beautiful the most powerful. But this was a reminder that a beach pebble can be incredibly potent too. I was put in mind of the pebbles I used to gather on Southend beach and run through a tumbler. Amazing colours and patterns emerged. Perhaps I should take home a few pebbles from the beach and see what polishing off the white coating reveals. We could all do with some soul scouring to reveal our shining interior. Puff says we might be surprised at what we find there.
Just in case you missed Puff the Magic Dragon, you’ll find it here: https://spinditty.com/genres/Puff-The-Magic-Dragon
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