Well, I figured after yesterday’s post, yinz folks might want some rainbows and kittens. (You are most welcome; it is like the “rick roll” of the future.)
How about mermaids instead?
I do not often talk about my spiritual life, my craft, or that intensely confident part that dwells deep within me that says, “Yes, you were (and still are) a mermaid.” I just do not do it. Especially in mixed company. But, I do seem to keep running into other mermaids (and similar waterkin/merefolk), so coming out of yet another closet can not really hurt me now.
What does that actually mean? I am thoroughly convinced that mermaids were (and might possibly still be) actual real life creatures swimming around in the waters of our lovely planet Earth. I am equally convinced that I lived a past life as one and that I remain one at heart.
Yes, I know, before some of you start thinking I have lost my mind or some other equally judgemental thought, I do not care. Seriously, I do not care if you think it is complete and utter nonsense for a grown-ass woman to believe she might have been a supposed mythological creature. At least in my diluted reality there exists the dugongs and three species of manatees, which are frequently mistaken for mermaids — I am fine knowing that I might have just been one of those and not a sea-dwelling humanoid.
Suspend your disbelief with me for a moment and let us move on.
Water. Water. Water. I do enjoy swimming in every way possible, with the exception of indoor swimming pools that are treated with chlorine. I am very sensitive to the vapours of chlorine and it does not take but a few minutes before my eyes burn and I have difficulty breathing. Consequently, I rarely get to swim at hotels. Most of my swimming is done in pools outside and in the ocean. I prefer the ocean.
Ocean/Sea paraphernalia. I collect things of the sea. Shells (of all kinds), dried sea stars, sand dollars, beach glass, rocks, coral, sand, gull feathers, sea water, driftwood, and other treasures that get washed ashore. River rocks too. These items are used as talismans, decorations, in rituals, and altar fodder. Each piece has its own energy and story.
It is more than just swimming and baubles from the sea. The smell of fresh, clean water on the breeze from a nearby body of water makes my whole body talk. An almost limbic-like response happens and I just want to go find that water and jump into it and swim. I once overheard an older woman at the beach say that the only four things you need to survive are, “salt, sand, sun, and sailors.” It is hard to refute that kind of wisdom.
And do not be mislead by the Disneyfication of the mermaid; we are not meek and docile creatures. We are a force to be reckoned with. Highly intuitive and empathic, but not tolerant of a lot of bullshit. We are quick to bring aid and to heal, but just as quick to tell someone off. We are moody, just like the weather. We can be quick and intense like a thunderstorm or quiet and omnipresent like fog.
I was always fascinated by mermaids as a young child and of course went around telling people that I was one. I drew them (or rather, my version of them) all of the time. When I was 11 years old, I decided that I would draw a tattoo of the perfect mermaid so that I could get it done when I was old enough. This was what I drew (do not laugh).
Now mind you, she was once in brilliant Crayola coloured pencils and I had not honed in on my artistic talents at this time in my life. At any rate, I thought she was swell and I just knew that I would get her tattooed onto my body somewhere at some point in the future.
Flash forward 18 years and I did get her tattooed onto me. Except, she looked a little bit more refined due to the make over that Laura Gyre at Iron City Alchemy gave her. After her make over, she looked like this (click on it for details):
Then I had the talented Brian Holton at The Drawing Room Tattoo Parlour (which was in the Lawrenceville neighbourhood of Pittsburgh, PA, but alas, is no more) do the tattoo. He was super fast and it was not too painful for being tattooed onto the centre of my chest! The end result (after a couple additions and of course colour):
I have to say that it is kind of weird having myself tattooed onto my chest. Though, I assume, stranger things have happened to me. I really do not know what else to say about it all. Other than, if you like mermaids then you should visit the mermaid tumblr blog that I manage. I am always looking for the next beauty to add to the slow-growing collection.
I suppose as long as there are people who perpetuate Santa Claus (especially with that vapid little shit, Elf on the Shelf), the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the other things we torture children into submission with, I will continue to swear that there are mermaids (and unicorns too). It only seems fair.