The golden color of the bubbling beer was too refreshing to resist. A handsome bartender and girlfriends, conversation and laughter, what more could Anyone want? The magic of the evening had begun: "7:00 pm, The Ale House, bring an appetite and conversation; the rest will follow!"
There we were, drinking our Triple Belgian Beer and waiting for a table, laughing and cheering ourselves along, all the while sipping beer out of round, flat stemware. People knew, we were having fun and we were fun to watch. There is a certain amount of magic that happens when women are together, oblivious of those around them; charging the air with an invaluable energy of joy and abandonment.
After we sat at our table and partook of the most wonderful burgers and salads and sweet potato fries, we decided to go for a walk down at the beach. And so we began our journey toward Swami’s. The night sky, deeply painted in Indigo Blue. The air, crisp and clean. Our laughter ringing down Historic Highway 101 as we walked the path toward the ocean.
Four goddesses, Mermaids, we were…practically flying down the steps toward the beach. Landing on the soft and foamy sand. Kicking off our shoes and skipping along the waters edge. Sandy could feel the freedom of being alive, being human. Regina, quietly smiling as her toes curled into the golden glitter beneath her feet. And Maya was joyfully calling out to the moon, her voice laden with a laugher. I walked with my friends along the shore and felt the troubles of the day lift off my shoulders, dissipating into the mist coming off the waves as they crashed into my feet.
It was fantastic! The four of us, mermaids in the moonlight, skipping and laughing and sharing our thoughts. We all knew how wonderfully important and GOOD it was to be there. How special it was to frolic with Mother Nature as our witness to the love and joy of friends, sharing the moment, all together.
Beyond the magic of the night existed dreams and hopes and prayers for a better planet. We thought of our ocean and the burden we are presenting her, the thought of how important the fish and the water are to the whole of our earth, ourselves, the whole-ness of life.
We picked up rocks, thought of our fears and troubles, mentally harbored these burdens into the rocks and threw them into the ocean, asking mother nature to take our troubles and solve them for us. We then found other rocks and put our hopes and dreams into them and gave them to her yet again. Intentions were good; spirits were whole as we shared our magic with the sea.
Sirens we were, we are. Carrying our love beyond ourselves, onto the moonlit beach and out to the sea.
unable to take flight until night
unable to take flight until night
