The mermaid may be a fictional character but I caught a whiff of the deep and restless sea today as a sixth grade girl passed me by in the hallway. Her normally dark brown hair had been adorned with fluorescent green highlights here and there. I suppose she did it in honor of the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day when we remember a man from another time and country who may or may not have been as mythical as the mermaid she reminded me of.
Why a mermaid? Her unruly curls, chopped short and now distressed in that unearthly green reminded me of seaweed, but in a good way. I pictured it gently moving in the current, carrying its secrets of another world. She is a mermaid; a young child-woman poised between the two worlds of her childhood and the world of adulthood. She swims through her day in the deep shadowed pools of her secrets, moving to the surface from time to time to get her bearings and breathe. The pulse of the tidal pull and the moon begin to exert their magic on her body. Everything shifts and tilts. She moves from cool liquid state gliding gracefully and carelessly to the relentless light of a world that she is not yet prepared to walk in.
Mermaid girl, you move among us, reminder of your developing potential as deep and endless as the surging sea.
Header image: Arvinfld22:42, 26 January 2007 (UTC)Mermaid, Painting with paint software