The Mystical Mermaid caught my attention as it was an off the beaten path sort of store which is a good environment for me. It was filled with all things oceanic. The depictions of mermaids were beautiful. While browsing the birthday cards, it occurred to be that maybe I should purchase a mermaid that looked like me. Wait a minute. Where are they? I left the store with the question lingering on my mind as the day engulfed me.
Upon waking, strong visions of an African goddess struck me. She is often painted as a mermaid. I soon found myself contacting the store with my questions. The response indicated that there were a few prints in the store but that black mermaids were difficult to find. I reached out to a black mermaid on Facebook with this situation. She said that black mermaids had to unite and discuss the mermaid mythology of Africa. It was imperative for me to return to the store to view the prints that were in stock. While returning to my hotel room, all sorts of thoughts crowded my mind.
How are we supposed to grow and develop without reflections of ourselves? As simple as you take it, the mermaid situation struck a strong chord with me. Recently, mermaids were painted on my arms much to my delight(Henna). My zodiac sign is Pisces.
How is a little black girl supposed to find her way without a street with lights on it? Shortly after the conversation with the real life mermaid, a mermaid style dress appeared on my newsfeed. This was not an accident. Something has begun.