Fire Fairy

The first time the fire fairy revealed herself to me was around Pentecost. But I first finished the Ocean Water Fairy drawing and then started with this one here.

Fire Fairy by *WitchOfNature on deviantART

While  working with the energies of the fire fairy (means while being connected) - I got a new poem as well.

Words of a Fire Fairy

I'll spark your life and I'll be your flame.

I am no angel, I have no name - as my names are many

as sparks of the flame.

Call me a devil, a fairy is nice.

Call me no mery ... I hate the disguise.

I am open, I am true ... I am no demon,

I am but true.

I am the drum of Afirca's heart,

I am the sun that even shines in the dark.

I am the hatred,

the power, the flame ...

I am the glory,

the selfish, the game ...

I am the huntress,

the derwish, the sun ...

I am but many ... so call me no name.

I can be with you, whenever you like

beware as my helping can more be like a spike

I will be treating 'ya the way 'ya deserve

I can be tender and gentle and brave

and I can be cruel & forgiving no mistake.

Choose the way you want me to be,

as I am but many - and many is me.

© Copyright 2011 TriciaDanby, All Rights Reserved.

Ocean Water Fairy

I had another visit from a fairy in the last months and this time is was connected with the element of Water.

Waterfairy by *WitchOfNature on deviantART

 She might be part of a new project.

Drawing digitally

I am currently working with the trial version of Corel Painter 12 and I am loving it!

There is such a glow and light ... lovely.

I am re-working watercolour drawings I made and here are two of my latest works:

Hildegard of Bingen

and

Ocean Water Fairy

of course, Copyright - Tricia Danby! NO use without written permission. All rights reserved.

The Silver Swan

In the glittering light of the winter moon – there he floats ...
the swan in his silvery gown.

His neck craned to sing the last song.

The song of eternity, of life ... of death.

Bravery be called the companion of the silver swan,
and his canto will be the last ...
listen – what an enchanting tone!

In the pale light of the moon there we listen to the song of eternity,
finally understand the fugacity of our being.

Softly the canto dies away ...
away ... away ...

Silent and still the lake now lays ...
no sound – no single blast.

There a single feather swims ... softly on the rippled surface,
a mere memory of life and its sense.

The sense of living and to enjoy it,
the sense of loving and to allow it,
the sense of taking life as it comes,
the sense of experiencing the sense of life ...

In a moonlit night softly sounds ...
the song of the silver swan!

January 9, 2009 - Copyright since 2009 - Tricia Danby

The land of fate

In the soft light of the candle I sit and my mind is wandering through the valleys of time.

My soul is searching for the one resembling me the most. On my way through the valleys and over the hills I meet several people and I look at them searchingly, if it is the one my heart and my soul are looking for.

So many people I meet and everyone close who is accompanying me seems connected with me. A silver band can be seen when we look close enough though. Soulmates we are somehow and hand in hand we walk together for a period of time until we have to part again to go our own way.

We have to walk alone a while to feel that it is important not to forget that although we might not see our companions they are still there, as we never walk alone.

Wandering through the valley of hope I am and far away I just thought I did see a familiar looking man. My soul cried out as it never did before and my heart did beat so fast it nearly made me fall.

I shook my head and did not want to believe and soon I wandered over the hills of grief.

Again and again I did see the image of him but my reality stroke back, made me think of other things.

My soul though knows now that he is there ... behind those valleys of despair. It led me through this emptiness, guided me through the swamps of loneliness.

My heart got burnt on the mountain top called "agony" and my feet stumbled in the town named "melancholy".

Now I wander on my road of life and my head I hold up high before I bow with a deep sigh.
I bow before the light of love, shown to me by an angel from up above.

My soul now cries and my heart it sings, I know now it is love that always wins.

"Love for yourself is the key to the lock that opens the gate you are now standing before ..."

This the angel spoke to me and with a smile he handed me the key.

The key in my hand, here I stand.
I've opened the gate to my wonderland.

All my companions are standing by my side and are smiling at me full of pride.

As one we step through the gate ...

"Welcome in the land of fate!"

Written:  May 21, 2007 - Copyright - Tricia Danby

I adore

Without romance my life would be nothing
Without love my life would be a mess
Without being myself …
Life would not be worth living

Without … without …

I wonder often enough …

Without … without …

Why should anyone want to be without romance?
Or love?
Or being themselves?

Why … why …?

Why are there so many people in the world …
looking devastated, empty and gray?

Why?

Why is it said by so many people that love is a mess?
Why do so many persons think that romance is overestimated?
Why is it often the case that people just do something without listening to their dreams, wishes and longings?

So many questions … so many.

I want to have romance in my life!
I need love and sometimes even with a mess
I am longing for being myself
… as life should be worth living for me

I want … I need … I am longing …

Reaching out my hand for those things,
grabbing peace, trust and believe.
Clinging to shelter, protection and company.
Embracing mercy, kindness and surety.

With all those things … and even more

We all can say: I ADORE

I adore my life with romance
I adore my life with love
I adore me being myself
as my life is worth living!

Copyright since April 12, 2010  - Tricia Danby

Blessed Solstice

At night, at night, I dance and sing

Solstice may now begin.

I praise the Sun, the holy God.

I praise the Earth, the fruitful Lady.

I praise the Water, the Wind, the Fire.

I raise my voice - higher and higher.

Today the blessings shall be plenty

the fruits be growing steadily and gently.

At day, at day, I dance and sing

Solstice may now begin.

The fairies sing and dance along,

accompanied by my angel's song.

This my blessing now shall be,

Sun in your life and fruitful months for thee!

 Copyright since 2011 - Tricia Danby