This is the story of the Ninth Wave Arts dragon—Saoirse-Nashira.

She arrived through what can only be called a moment of recognition.

We were gathered in a MiddleWorld Mysteries circle, and something was moving through the space—something about community, about synergy, about what was beginning to form between us. There was a sense that something needed to be honoured.

A dragon was suggested.

As often happens here, the search began in a very practical way—looking through Facebook Marketplace, expecting to find something small. A modest dragon. Something six to twelve inches tall that could sit on an altar as a symbol of what we were noticing.

Instead, the first thing that appeared was a seven-foot dragon.

Carved from California redwood.

She had been created by an artist in California for a retreat centre. That centre eventually closed, and she was moved to another retreat space in British Columbia. That space, too, did not survive. She was auctioned, and eventually purchased by a private owner in Alberta.

During the pandemic, she was moved again—this time to Ottawa— then into storage. A being of that size is not easily moved, and it seemed her path had become uncertain.

And then she appeared.

The first contact was made—too late, she had already been spoken for. There was a promise to reconnect if things fell through.

Nothing came of it.

A month later, she appeared again.

Another message. Another almost. Again, she was already claimed.

Still, something held.

A third message was sent. This time, a promise was made—if she was not picked up, contact would be immediate.

The next day, the message came.

She was available.

With a pickup truck, a crew of strong women, and a shared willingness to gather dragons when they appear, the journey was made. She was received—at a good price, no less—and brought into the care of Ninth Wave Arts.

She first lived with us in the forest, in the tent. Through wind and rain and the full expression of the elements. She held well—after all, she is a tree.

And then the next shift came.

A brick and mortar space opened for Ninth Wave Arts at 4596 Carp Road. A place to root more deeply. A place with a threshold.

She was moved once more—this time into her current place, standing at the entrance. A gatekeeper. A presence. Tall, steady, waiting.

This is where she stands now.

And this is where her voice begins.

Over time, we have been in conversation with her—offering stories, teachings, and context from MiddleWorld Mysteries and Ninth Wave Arts. What has emerged is a presence that is ready to speak.

At times her voice will make itself heard.

She listens. She observes.

And she has much to say.