The Dance of Nomvula the GreeningLady on 11th of May at Santa Margherita del Gruagno

On the morning of May 11th, when the sun kissed the tips of the trees,

Nomvula the GreeningLady stood barefoot upon the grass,

her ivy-crowned hair shimmering in the golden light.

The clock whispered toward 11:11 —

the moment when time bends,

when wishes slip through,

and when portals crack open with a shimmer.

With arms outstretched, Nomvula breathed in the song of the earth,

the heartbeat of stone, root, and stream.

Around her, the elementals stirred —

the fairies brushed dew from the petals,

the elves peered from behind oak trunks,

the gnomes hummed softly in the moss,

and high above, the dragons circled in quiet anticipation.

As Brian McCreary’s “Dance of the Druids” rose into the air,

Nomvula began to move.

Her feet spoke the language of Earth,

her fingers painted prayers in the wind.

With every spin, she called to the elemental kingdoms,

inviting them from stars and soils alike:

Come play, come dance, come weave your magic with ours!

The portal shimmered before her,

a veil between worlds trembling in her rhythm.

The fairies twirled through, their wings like drops of light,

the elves leapt in joy,

and the gnomes clapped their tiny hands in time.

Then, as the first song faded, the hush of “Ave Maria” by Dimash arose.

Nomvula lifted her gaze to the sky,

her body a bridge between earth and cosmos.

With grace and devotion, she danced to reach

the highest timeline,

the brightest dream,

the most loving possibility available in that moment.

Her heart beat with every note,

her body a vessel of light.

At 11:11, the portal pulsed wide —

for a breathless instant,

earth and star, human and elemental,

past, present, and possible future

danced as one.

When the final note dissolved into the air,

Nomvula lowered her arms,

her eyes glistening with the light of many worlds.

She smiled,

for she knew:

where hearts are open,

the dance continues.

And somewhere, under root and leaf,

the elementals laughed,

waiting for the next call,

the next song,

the next dance.

🎶 ✨ Elemental Lament ✨ 🎶

(sung by Nomvula’s heart)

Oh winds that whisper through leaf and through stone,

Carry my longing where wild seeds are sown.

Breathe through the branches, stir sky into song,

Guide every wanderer, bring them along.

Oh waters that shimmer in moonlight’s soft hand,

Flow through the valleys, caress every land.

Wash all the sorrows, let grief be set free,

Sing me a river back home to the sea.

Oh fire that dances in star and in flame,

Burn through the shadows that carry no name.

Kindle the heartlight in all who despair,

Warm every dreamer with flickers of care.

Oh earth that cradles the root and the stone,

Hold all the weary who stumble alone.

Whisper of patience, of cycles and birth,

Teach us to cherish the gift of this Earth.

Oh spirit, oh ether, the space in between,

Weave all the worlds — the seen and unseen.

Open the portal, let magic flow through,

A chorus of oneness, forever made new.

So dance now, my heart, with the leaf and the flame,

With water and stone, I sing in their name.

Together we rise, together we mend,

Elemental children, on whom we depend.

🎶✨

Join in the magic and listen to the songs that will be performed on the day:

Fairy Festival on the 11th of May at Santa Margherita del Gruagno