The Goddess Luna
A
long time ago, in the early eighteen hundred, lived a mythical creature who was
half woman and half fish. She had long golden hair that was as curly as untamed
and free spirited as a bird. Locks of charms with tiny seashells were strung
from the middle of her hair following braids around her face. There was an
anchor tattooed on her left wrist. She had blue-green hues of iridescent scales
that would shimmer in the sun. She appeared so young she looked like the
fountain of youth with never-ending eternal life.
She
was sometimes seen by a red lighthouse off the coast in Ireland with birds
surrounded by her. She was known as Goddess Luna; who loved the ocean and often
felt as the anchor of the sea. She was compassionate and viewed life as
beautiful and sacred. She searched for love and found sand dollars. She would
blow into her conch shell when the sun would set, and it sounded so peaceful. She
wasn’t always seen, but she was always heard. She had a beautiful powerful
voice that sounded like a choir. When she sang enchanted songs across the
ocean, that was a sign that there was rain coming.
The
rush of winds and water was often controlled by her. In the distance of the
storm, you could hear her singing as she protected the coast by calming the
storm. She was a lover, not a fighter as one would say. She began taking an
interest in a bearded sailor with deep brown eyes. He heard her blowing into
the conch shell and couldn’t take his eyes off her. He took his boat out at the
same time every day to catch fish for the locals and they would secretly meet
up. They shared the love for the sea and creative arts including instruments
and singing together. They both had different lifestyles, but they shared true
love that was held together at their heart. Until one day, she noticed that
there was a young woman in the boat with him at the usual time he comes out to
sea. His arms were around her as they shared a hug.
She
began to rock back and forth underwater when she became livid in a repressed
rage. The waves were being pushed and pulled by her in a way that has never
happened before. The force was too much. The wind was gaining energy and there
were cold chills. All she wanted was someone to call her own; someone to love
forever. The massive waves were coming over houses as you could hear people
running for help screaming. In the distance of the storm, you could hear her
singing while sobbing softly. She felt stabbed in the back like a dagger in
your heart. She became the destroyer
when she created the first ever big tsunami. She blamed herself with her
insecurities as she let the storm go wild. She saw his boat flipping over and
over in the waves. He was barely hanging on when he yelled, “My daughter is
drowning! HELP! She was on the boat with me and now she’s gone!”
