Marena ran now, on to
the cushioned wet sand, her feet barley touching the familiar terrain as she
bounded boldly to her liquid mother. Stopping just short of the waves, she
halted; taking in the magnitude of the moment. She smelled the salt riding upon the
heavy, humid air and breathed it deeply into her lungs, she allowed herself to
taste it again. "Hello mama, I am
home". She spun herself around like a little girl imitating a ballerina. Her heart was light, yet there lived a deep regret just below the surface of her
celebration.
Gingerly and with great honor, she stepped into the surf and
allowed the coolness of it to wash over her feet. The intense feeling returned to her throat then and her
eyes filled with tears. As they trailed down her cheeks, she tasted their
salt, too. She began to weep. There was a longing that she lived with every
day, yet attempted to ignore. She had chosen this life, she had traded her tail
for her legs, she held the responsibility for all of it. It did not change the
fact that each time her toes hit the tide, a great sadness sprung up from her
soul.
Retreating from the reality of it, she stepped back and
headed to the dryer sand away from the pain that had suddenly surfaced. She sat
herself down and sank into the shelter of the surrounding sand, which had warmed in the
now early afternoon sun. Rocking back and forth, ever so slowly, she set
herself into a meditative excursion. She had taken this travel each time she was in the
comfortable sand, with the sun on her skin and the tears in her eyes.
This time, however, she planned to invite the soul of her
lover in to join her. That same smile formed on her face as she recalled their
last amazing days together. It had been the first time they were afforded the
luxury to just be. He had cooked for her
and sang her to sleep.....he held her hand as they strolled the woods,
and he listened to her as she shared her secrets. In return, she held him and
rocked him to sleep, she softly sang with him in gentle harmony. She helped
him to relax into the beauty of the moment, giving herself to him fully,
as no women had done before... completely and unconditionally. He allowed her
to care for him, and he learned to receive the safety of her love easily. When they left
each other, they knew all was well, all was good, and they were creating a
space where their hearts hung effortlessly on the wind. This wind would bring
them together any time they summoned it.
She had not yet told him of her time in the deep, calming
buoyancy of the sea. Hoping that he would understand it all more clearly if he
joined her in the very place that she came from, her soul began to call to his. His soul responded without hesitation with a call all its own. Their soul song blending into a
perfect tonal vibration. And.... as she sank deeper into her mediation, he was now there as well,
beside her. He took her hand as he had in the woods, their eyes met in agreement, and they were off.
tbc
