Mermaid

It’s the first Sunday of the month and, of course, that means that it is prompt week. The prompt is ‘green’. I naturally veered towards making an image reflecting my love of the fresh verdant nature of woodland. Or maybe a beautiful and unbounded by conformity meadow. Both places that I feel reflect me and are places I truly breathe.

Then I remembered that there is another aspect of me that has been neglected for way too long. One of the sad parts of life with the strains and stresses that I have been under is that I have forgotten how to just be at peace and calm at home. In amongst that, I lost my habit of skin wrinklingly long baths. Ones that started hot and would become my world until eventually I would stir myself from the now cold water to return to the world beyond.

Inspired, I had a bath. I couldn’t stop my thoughts for long enough to be able to indulge like I used to. But it did remind me of how wonderful it is to float and feel free.

Maybe I am a mermaid still. And maybe it isn’t just because I am nearly always wet and can leave puddles of pleasure in the places that I go.