There is a special magic in prolonged periods of peace and freedom, stress-fee periods when there remains nothing else but to plunge into self. At times like this, after all the movies have been watched, books read, house clean and new recipes tried, what remains? One turns inward, searching memory for hints and hooks of the past attractions and hobbies. But if one is blessed with an unexpectedly vast freedom, the search digs even deeper, into childhood dreams and teenage aspirations. What does such digging reveal? Perhaps, the real you? Not the you that has been shaped by the etiquette, the norms, and the limitations of the surrounding. But the you that is lighter, brighter and still believes in fairies (remember Peter Pan?)
Once, I was a mermaid.
That is the me that has finally dug itself from under piles and piles of years of unnecessary pressure, “shaping by the society”, as I call it.
This last one is specially for Paula, with gratitude for her creativity and the wish to share. Grow a ginger!