I see my reflection in your face
Do not invade my happy space
I see my reflection in your face
Do not invade my happy space
Nature has given hearts to bulls, hoofs to horses, swiftness to hares, the power of swimming to fishes, of flying to birds, understanding to men. She had nothing more for women save beauty. Beauty is proof against spears and shields. She who is beautiful is more formidable than fire and sun. “Anacreon c. 568-468 B.C.) Greek lyric poet
We all have our elements. LIFE. Without them we would be one tree; one burning fire; one ocean; or a just the clouds. Imagine that for a simple second or many seconds. I have 11 siblings. We all are comprised of different segments and I can see the difference in each without asking. Most people don’t discern their significance in these elements that have come the earth as it was created and beyond. My “belief” or my studies show that I am a water “baby” meaning that I based on my birth and such that I am a water baby meaning that I have not yet reached my potential and yet as a water person I am very emotional sensitive.
Of course, wood, fire and air individuals have their own dealings which I will not go into as I am a mermaid.
Yesterday was awesome. I went to help my boy friend bring his houseboat to harbor behind my house because it had been moored four miles out in the ocean. It was being beaten in the storms here Keys. Not much as we have not have any hurricanes.
However, the trip was a true virtual, spiritual and of course physical experience (I was the mate). We had to tow a boat behind the houseboat 6 miles to my house and traverse through many tiny puzzle groves to get here; but I knew we would.
On the way I sat on top when I could and looked down and watched (ME) as I know and how I perceived myself. I could see myself with the stone crabs living happily in the sponges; the lobster crawling around on the seasgrass and the starfish and the conchs talking to each other.
A Mermaid knows everyone. She is sensitive to each person; each person; everything. The weather; the eyes of a person; the feelings and the ocean…of course. Yesterday…five hours worth; was a beautiful (not playful) as I have had many of day.
The senses. They are the basics. Today I am sitting at my computer, in front of my see-through double glass doors with my screen open. I can see the ocean 20 feet away from me as I type.
I rely on the ocean to heal me in many forms. It takes away the broken bones in my back; relieves the fibromyalgia; as I do my backward summer-saults it somehow offers my scoliosis a reprieve and of course the swimming helps my osteoporosis.
In addition I enjoy taking my 8″ long wiry rat terrier along with me on my raft (as Captain of our ship) and we float. “Cola” at bow, or stern or laying on my back brings so much peace to us. I say let’s go “swim-swim” and he meets me at the boat ramp and climbs aboard and off we go. As I kick for exercise on my float and Cola feels the water splash on him I know how much he enjoys his “salt water” play time as well.
My brain, oh, my brain as an epileptic with early dimentia and partial amnesia (at 49…:( ) floats on my back and looks up at clear skies and can see and feel the energy sent my way. I accept it all. It allows me regurgitate all of the energy I absorb from others as I can sense anybody’s pain wherever I go. I think it is from too many grand mal seizures…who knows. All I know is how wonderful I feel when I get out. Every sense has been renewed. If only life were that easy for all of us.
Today it is raining; pouring and I smell the fresh rain; see the gushing of the water falling from the sky. I see the pellets hit the ocean like trickles that turn into bigger circles. On a normal, calm day I would consider this “tell-tale” circle as a manatee blowing upward. I would jump in and hope to see her. I have named her “Tickles” for obvious reasons.
When I was able to work (I have an MPA and used to work as a Land Use Planner and much more). I did go out in the water; but I was in a rush to get home; get the salt water off of me; get ready for the next day. I was unable to truly enjoy what fish I had just seen. I could not enjoy the smell, the taste, the dancing I can do in the rain; the swim I take on my own; the floats I take for peace as I was always with someone. I did not have the time to sit down and write about my love for the water. I was not saddened by the face that my 30-something ring-neck dove, morning dove and cardinals that are usually awaiting their food at 7:30 a.m. are hiding somewhere this morning because of the storm.
Today I sit at 7 a.m. I look out my double glass doors as I type and see the palm tree which occasionally drop a coconut or two. I wonder if I need to trim back the fronds today, water my orchids hanging from them or check on my cockatiel eggs that I am experimenting with. I put spagnum (sp?) moss in a plant holder and the “dropped eggs) to see if they will hatch.
I have sat outside for an hour, despite a few mosquito bites I looked up at the beautiful skies and figured out it would be a sunny day. The stars were bright; the constellation clear and not unfocused…or I guess I should say, unable to really recognize. I can usually tell what time it is by reading the stars and yesterday I could not. Today I could.
I wonder to myself. How many people in this world of ours today actually do this anymore. How many people take the time…retired, disabled, on weekends or holiday take the time to really get in touch. I gather from eating in restaurants; watching people (as nobody really talks anymore) how many people remember where we come from or where we are going. How are we getting there and what encompasses us as we travel.
My name is based on a several historical facts… But, as life has it; somewhere in between a woman is involved. So, here in the beginning of my daily writings I offer this thought…
In 1801 German author Clemens Brentano composed his ballad Zu Bacharach am Rheine as part of a fragmentary continuation of his novel Godwi oder Das steinerne Bild der Mutter. It first told the story of an enchanting female associated with the rock. In the poem, the beautiful Lore Lay, betrayed by her sweetheart, is accused of bewitching men and causing their death. Rather than sentence her to death, the bishop consigns her to a nunnery. On the way thereto, accompanied by three knights, she comes to the Lorelei rock. She asks permission to climb it and view the Rhine once again. She does so and falls to her death; the rock still retained an echo of her name afterwards. Brentano had taken inspiration from Ovid and the Echo myth.
I will see you tomorrow…