The waves crest in and out, gray and blue, as the sun rises over the expanse of dawn-rose sand. In the NJ beach city I’m visiting, the sandy stretch is long and wide thanks to the humungous efforts of the state to save and preserve its beaches.
But of course that’s not what I’m concentrating on as I walk a mesmerizing pace past one empty lifeguard stand to another, each one symbolizing the length of two blocks.
I focus my attention, instead, on the being that’s following me, slowly, lazily, in the water as I stride on the beach in fierce wonder.
Throughout the week my grandkids – 3, 7, 8 years old – have regaled me with facts of the shark and the megalodon, the tyrannosaurus and the brontosaurus. I see those creatures in my sleep, large and dangerous, teeth sharp and serious.
But on this dawn walk I discover another creature entirely. She can’t be, and yet there she is, taunting me as she glides along just 10 yards from the shoreline, slinking in and out of the waves with such grace and guilelessness that my breath stops.
She can’t be.
Yet, her blue florescent reptilian-like skin gleams purple in the rising peach sun. Her tail is long and pointed with a prong at the end. Her face …
. . . her face is more beautiful than a newborn babe’s. More peaceful than a pink peony. Her countenance shines brighter than the wisest prophet, and her eyes shine wisdom unknown to humans.
I walk on, waiting, wishing, for a word from her.
But she’s silent.
We visit like this for a mile: I walk slickly along the sand, she glides like an eel in the feet-away sea.
The silence is as loud as a prayer.
When I pass the twelfth lifeguard stand, she disappears.
I stop and stare out in the open ocean, at first bereft with loss, but then joyous beyond belief.
And that’s the problem, who will possibly believe me?
I turn around, a bit irate that I now have 24 sandy blocks to walk back to our rental house. But in that time, I decide exactly who to share my tale.
The children – who believe in megalodons and dinosaurs.
But my shock at their reaction stings me to the core.
The 7- and 8-year old begin to listen open-mouthed as I tell them of my encounter. They’re patient as I describe the color of the sky, the feel of the sand, the sound of the ocean. But when I get to the wondrous female creature … their eyes roll and they turn their heads away from me.
Dismissing me.
Oh, it’s just Madre telling one of her stories.
NO! I try to explain. Listen! The 3-year-old stands still, staring at me, for some reason wearing my beach hat and wielding a floppy sword.
He believes in knights and pirates and Crustacean monsters.
But he shakes his head in firm disapproval of my own fantastical oceanic account and follows his brother and sister out of the room.
Do you believe me?
So cool.
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I hope that means you’ve met her too…!
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Not yet. Hope abounds.
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I believe you! 🙂
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THANK you. As you know, the world is full of wonders if we allow ourselves to see them.
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Absolutely! I agree
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I believe you,Pam! 😀. Lovely wondrous writing – I was with you on that beach! I love it when children are at that wonderfully devouring and sharing knowledge age – precious times.
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Thanks, Annika. Yes, I love children’s (usually open) beliefs in things sight unseen: Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, talking trucks. Why they couldn’t accept my mermaid, I can’t figure out. ;-0
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Of course, you saw her! You know what Roald Dahl said, “Those who don´t believe in magic, never find it!”
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Ronald Dahl was a genius. I hadn’t heard his quote before and THANK YOU for the gift of it here. xo
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You are welcome!! Watch out for the mermaids!
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Naturally, as a child of the ocean, I wholeheartedly beieve you.
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I knew you would believe me. And I know you’ve seen some mighty wondrous things in your oceanic “back yard.” xo
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Wondrous things happen in the early morning on the beach–even in OC. Of course I believe you.
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Perhaps that’s why I’ve been drawn to OC NJ for oh these so many years. 🙂
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We have such great memories of our times there, too. 🙂
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Oh yes! I surely believe. Oh, your 3 yr old is so handsome!
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The 3-year-old is particularly good-lookin’ in my beach hat! 🙂 Thanks for believing, Andy.
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As ever I believe you … walked a stretch of the Dorset Jurassic Coast with two of my grandkids a couple of weeks ago, they were strangely quiet, the sea does mysterious things, or maybe it was the mild threat I’d chuck them in if they misbehaved … and no they’d never believe that of silly Grandad!
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As always, I L O V E your sense of humor and your sense of being exactly what your grandkids need. A fabulous Grandad.
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Had the ‘unexpected’ pleasure of looking after the same two grandkids on Friday afternoon. Had to try and keep a straight face as the 5 year old boy stood before me hands on hips telling me he was born to be naughty, I think he may be right! A minute later I got a ‘love you Grandad’ … and there was me thinking women are complicated!
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Nothing more complicated than 5-year-old grandsons. 🙂
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Well … there is his 10 year old ‘precocious ‘ sister! Enjoy your weekend Pam, always a pleasure to read and be in touch with you. Eric
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The sea is full of more mystery and magic than we could ever imagine.
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I’ve always thought it strange that we put so much emphasis on outer-space exploration when there is SO MUCH unknown in our own planet’s seas.
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Oh yes, I believe you, Pam. The sea is a magical place. Enjoy!
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Thanks for believin’, Jill. To the sea, to the sea, to the beautiful sea….
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What a beautiful tranquil scene you have created; as one with the world and its creatures. What’s to not believe?
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Exactly, Norah. For those with open wondrous eyes and minds, what’s not to believe? Thanks for sending my post out to the Twitter world. xo
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You either believe in magic or you don’t. I choose to believe. 😊
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Smart choice, George. Oh, how boring life would be if our eyes were closed to the magic around us.
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But of course. “Some things have to be believed to be seen,” says one of my writer friends on her website banner. 😊
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Please tell me your friend’s website, Marian. I need to visit it. That’s so insightful: “Some things have to be believed to be seen.” I think there is a world of unseen that if believed, would full us up with such joy…!
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I love that quote!
Some things have to be believed to be seen. ~ Ralph Hodgson
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Pam, I know what you saw on your walk- it can only be seen in quiet moments when there are very few people around. That’s why most visitors to Ocean City don’t see it!
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And that’s why, Amy, I set my alarm for 6:15 a.m. on my vacation shore days and walk the OC beach quietly, reverently, and alone. 🙂
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What do I believe? I believe that we human beings spend too much valuable time discounting what is not possible instead of investing that same time in contemplating everything that is. It makes my heart smile to know that there are still some of the latter who believe in believing.
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Why do your words always give me goose bumps, Dave? Y E S , too few are invested in what IS and COULD BE, and instead only consider what is not. I’ve often been accused of being too dreamy-eyed and illogical. I happen to think the world would be a much happier place if more of us considered our dreams instead of our wide-awake notions.
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Perhaps you saw . . . a long distance swimmer training for the 2020 Tokyo games! 😀
Your grandson is darling!
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Ha ha. Thanks for the laugh. No, a long distance swimmer would be wearing a black wet suit. The colors of my delightful creature reflected the lights of a rainbow. xo
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Oh, Pam, I love the wonder and magic of this post…and the writing is beautiful. I was completely taken in. The images were perfect too. I started with the shark and then toward the end realized it was a mermaid! ❤ I can't believe for a moment that those grandchildren didn't believe you. What's wrong with them? Ha ha. I used to vacation at Long Beach in NJ as a kid with my cousins. Lots of great memories there. Enjoy your vacation!
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As the world turns and grows smaller…my Victorian relatives ‘took their summers’ in Long Beach, bringing along their chests of linen and silver. Perhaps you saw a glint of a fork when you were a child, and dreamed of buried treasure…?
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We were wild little rascals, Pam. Nothing proper about us, and of course we found buried treasure – bucket loads of clams 🙂
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I was with you all the way!
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And how I’d have enjoyed including you in my daily early morning beach walks in person, Anneli. But thanks for being with me in mind and spirit. ❤
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My pleasure!
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I believe you. The power of imagination and creativity!
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As you know with your creative photography, Susan, the power of imagination is magnificent and beyond our own understanding…
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Absolutely! I may have seen her myself one time. The beach is magical…
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I do believe that you may have seen this female sea creature. In fact, it could be that she only appears to like-minded souls….!
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Not so pretty, but I’m certain some sort of sea creature swam parallel with me for a while on a beach in Lowestoft (England) a few years back. Seemed to be curious, and I was sad when he/she disappeared.
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Ohhh, so wonderful, Roy, that you experienced a similar sighting. I think we feel this sense of loss because we realize we’ve seen something that’s always there, but most times we’re too involved in ‘reality’ to peer into the dimensions that surround us.
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Of course I believe you! I’m amazed at your grandchildren’s reaction. Kind of funny!
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And you know, Patricia, I read all sorts of books to these grandkids, with talking backhoes and children who escape into museum paintings and dragons who fly. WHY wouldn’t they believe their Madre’s mermaid? Perhaps they need the adults in their lives to always keep hold of a reality they’re just learning they have to accept. I certainly remember my confusion when I was 5 or so, when I realized that grown-ups didn’t see the same things I did, and that I wasn’t allowed to see the shadows anymore.
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Absolutely!!!
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THANK YOU!!! 🙂
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So beautiful! You absolutely made me believe. 🙂
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Good! As a writer and a believer in the presence of so much more than “meets the eye,” I’m thrilled that my words convinced you of my sea/surf/sand encounter.
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Oh yes, I believe. I may have seen one too, a long time ago, in a land near by……..
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I hope you have a chance to visit that land and see our sea creature again, Bonnie…. xo
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Of course I believe you. She sometimes comes and visits me here. on my beach walk here on the Pacific Ocean. May it’s her distant cousin.
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I’m thrilled, Gerlinde, but not at all surprised that a family of these sea mermaids frequent the gorgeous area where you live. Perhaps you can send a cheery hi from me, the next time you have an encounter in one of your sandy sea walks. xo
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I mean maybe!
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I absolutely believe you saw her!!!
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Thank you, Courtney! Hard to describe the lightness of being when encountering a being that’s not supposed to ‘be’ but who every once in a while feels comfortable enough to show herself. After all, myths began from a truth….
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Exactly!!
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Of course! Lovely writing.
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I struggled to describe the beauty of discovering the reality of what’s supposed to be fantasy. Thanks so much for believing, Hilary.
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I’ll always believe you, my lovely friend…
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Well, believing is a sincere form of flattery. THANK YOU! 🙂
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It sounds like it might have been a mermaid to me, but I don’t quite have enough information to identify the species. It might have been the common, the lesser forktailed, or possibly even Franklin’s laughing mermaid. (Congratulations if it was the latter. They’re very rare.)
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Wow, you know your mermaids!!! I’m impressed. 🙂
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I try not to talk about them much, of course. I don’t like to boast about the vast extent of my knowledge.
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I believe you! They’re real, I’m sure, even though I haven’t had the pleasure of encountering one myself. It’s narrow-minded of us to think that creatures don’t exist just because there is no scientific evidence! What a great experience!
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Any fairy tale will convince us of the existence of magnificent unexplainable creatures. And every fairy tale is based on what’s real, if we open our minds. Thanks, Kate!
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Do I believe you? How could I not? For I saw her through your words, in the space between the words. Hey, did I tell you that my son and daughter-in-law will be moving from San Diego to NEW JERSEY in the upcoming year? I, too, may see this creature. Or a mythical creature named Pam. One never knows!
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Whaaaa??? From San Diego to NJ – they will have huge culture shock. They’ll see mythical creatures all over the place, but if they need some help in demystifying them, or figuring out the state of the state of NJ, let me know. North Jersey or South Jersey? (They’re two VERY different states….)
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Of course, I believe. I believe that magical and wonderful sights will appear if we open our minds to seeing. I hope you meet her again.
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I can not WAIT to meet her again, but I know I need to be at the right place, at the right time, and with the right open mind. xo
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I believe you. Heck, I believe in the Tooth Fairy, Santa Clause, and Peter Pan. Why not a mermaid/shark/dolphin/shadow in the waves? Or, you had one too many mimosas. (I can say that because we are friends. 😉 )
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For reasons I cannot explain (or who knows, maybe sometime I’ll blog about it..!), I gave up mimosas in the year 1982. I walk the beaches clean as a whistle, only the sound of my own inner wacky voices keeping me company. 🙂
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I enjoy my inner wacky voices as well.
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🙂
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Great line: “The silence loud as a prayer”
The words roll and surge just like the waves. Nicely done
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Ahhh, thank you. That’s lovely.
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Oh Pam, I so get this. It almost PHYSICALLY hurts me when I meet young kids who don’t ‘believe’. Of course I do!!! As a child I used to stare down into the ocean when I was on boats and tell my parents if they weren’t kind to me I was going to dive in and live with the Merfolk 😉 I also have a dear friend whose twin daughters go mermaid spotting every time they go to the coast. I hope you get to ‘meet’ her again. Love and magic, Harula xxx
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The wondrous thing about us-soulful poets and writers – is that we have not lost that child like ability to believe and to see the unbelievable.
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Of course I believe you! Then again I’m wearing a floppy hat and wielding a sword….
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Of course you are…. !! 🙂 🙂
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YES!!!!
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Wonderful! I believe that YOUR belief is what made her real — what a beautiful gift you gave her… And thereby gave us all!
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I believe you’ve got it right, darlin’. xo
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