For the first 15 years of my life I always lived within a stone’s throw from the shore of the Northern Atlantic Ocean. it was grey, and fierce, and utterly alluring. I loved the sea, and I worshipped her until we moved away when I was 15. Since then I’ve felt a little lost. The Pacific Ocean — when I had time to visit her — didn’t have that same feel. The northern Pacific off the coast of WA was more reminiscent of my childhood, but still not the same.
About three weeks ago I was able to go down to the Gulf of Mexico by Corpus Christi, TX. I hadn’t touched a shore in over a year. The Gulf…well, it doesn’t have the same feel as my North Atlantic or my Northern WA coast. But it opened the longing….and I decided to create an altar to my She of the Sea upon my return. I miss her desperately, and I know I will never again be able to touch her shores and feel her power. It’s depressing, I must admit.
But I need to make the best of it until I can touch a shore that charges me with the same power at the North Atlantic and the Northern WA oceans. And then….I began an interest in mermaids. I have no clue why. Mermaids have never figured into my reverence of She. Mermaids are not a part of She, as far as I’m concerned. Mermaids never had any appeal. Ever.
So why the sudden interest? I have no idea. Anyone care to fill me in on something I can’t put a finger on?