Ever since I was a kid I had a dream of being a mermaid.
The ocean as my playground, and the sky at night as my cover. Living life partially under the blue turquoise waters, with untouched white sand beaches of foreign lands.
I’ve always really loved the ocean. I imagined it was a rich, vibrant place full of magic and beauty. As a child I used to tell my mother that I missed the dolphins and missed the ocean.. probably because in some way, I was there in a past life! I even had a collection of mermaid jewelry boxes, covered in bright gems.
Below the surface, where thoughts are born from beliefs and in the stillness we can flow. Where the schools of fish (like schools of thought) conjure and we can witness their origin and make change. I’ve found the depths of the ocean are a metaphor for our minds, and therefore our realities. That we are so connected to this divine design - a fractal of something so much greater. Mesmerized how the fan coral reefs look like a portrait of our lungs, giant honeycomb corals like our brains, vessels that look like our hearts - even pumping and contracting like it’s beat. We are all part of it, yet we take it all for granted. May we remember how magnificent we are, then maybe we will inch closer to symbiosis with her.
My heart yearns for this place and it breaks when I learn more about the negative effects humanity has had on our sacred waters and its precious species.
Don’t ever stop dreaming.. anything is possible. 🤍
p.s. view Logan's Gem Packing List here