maighdean mhara -Maid of the SeaIt is May and yet the wind blows as if March were puffing and pulling uphill to gain distance from the cold of winter. Dragging its feet, the sun hides behind huge pillows of mist and darkness. An occasional glimpse emerges only to remind of what the sun is capable..
"It is too complicated."says the mermaid...."I am unable to continue life upon the unrelenting land. I need the comfort found in the arms of the sea to bring me peace, to ease my pain."
The maid of the sea struggled to return to former years where songs and words brought empty shells of joy, but what once was disguised as warmth, revealed itself as but cool memories and longing. Even as she mourns the loss of those she loves she knows the gentle waves upon the tide will bring her kindness and relief.
"I cannot jump over nor even see my shadow upon the waters of the sea!" she says. "The way I feel, the life I have is not a script; performance to be played upon earths' stage, cues coming from men within its bowels and presented as a sign from heaven. I am what I am, and sink or swim, I belong to the sea." With one last look upon the shore, she says
"After all, mermaids are just fish with hair."
