A friend of mine wrote a beautiful poem - and within it, it said, “You are the whole plant, the worms in the soil, the roots drinking deep, the leaves reaching for light. Every part essential, none more special than another.”
“Every part essential…” Oh, that just stopped me right there. See, last night I was hanging out with some girlfriends and my dragon came out in full force. It’s been a while since I’ve last seen her and her fiery breath. Tempers were finally tamped but the awkwardness of a post argument and things unsaid remained. As we all parted ways for the night, and hugs were received, I found I wasn’t sorry. Not in the least bit.
Last night was one of those moments where the fire needed to come out. There’s something powerful in recognizing that every part of us, even the fierce, fiery parts, are just as essential as the soft, nurturing ones. It’s all interconnected, like that plant in the poem. The roots, the leaves, even the worms—they’re all playing their role. So why would we apologize for something that’s part of the whole?
I get the post-argument awkwardness, that creates tension when things don’t fully resolve. But maybe there’s nothing to resolve. Maybe the dragon showing up was exactly what was needed in that moment, even if it wasn’t comfortable. I wasn’t sorry because there’s nothing to apologize for when you’re in your truth, even if that truth burns a little. Maybe it’s not about smoothing things over but recognizing that every part—fire, temper, awkwardness, all of it—is necessary, even when it feels raw.
In a way, it’s like embracing the entire plant, knowing that the soil and the sun are doing their thing just as much as the blooms. Nothing’s more special, not even the parts that flare up unexpectedly.
That dragon is just as essential as the parts of me that give hugs and say goodbye. She needed to be seen. And she wasn’t there for anyone else but me. She was reminding me that she’s still a part of the whole, just as vital as everything else.
Sometimes it’s easy to push certain aspects of ourselves aside, thinking they’re too much or not the right energy for the moment, but they show up for a reason. And last night, she needed me to see her and acknowledge her presence, to remind me of that fire within.
It’s interesting how those moments aren’t really about the argument or the other people—they’re about the deeper message we’re getting from ourselves. The parts we can’t ignore, no matter how long they’ve been quiet. My dragon wasn’t just about temper, but about reclaiming something powerful in me that I hadn’t touched in a while. And there’s something deeply grounding in that realization—knowing she’s there, a fierce part of the whole me, always ready to rise when needed.
No need for apologies. She’s part of my ecosystem, just as essential as everything else. And she deserves to be seen, embraced, and ridden across the endless sky.
💋KMFC
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