Phewy! I’ve just finished writing the 458 words that make up today’s piece. The end is a little rushed, I know. That’s because I am trying to get this up on the blog before the end of the 4th of March in India. Why this deadline? It’s the birthday of a friend of mine
*happy birthday Ros!* May you get everything you need and want and deserve! May you see the difference you make in the world!
This tale is for you- I think you will get why when you read it.
Once upon a time in a land far under the water, a little naiad hatched out of a mint-green egg. Unlike the other naiad nymphs, she wasn’t a shimmering scaly blue or green; she was somewhere in between, with grey spots, like a mackerel.
At the naming ceremony, the elder naiads called her Moss. The dotted one dashed around their heads, grinning a gummy grin, not realising that her very appearance indicated change.
Growing up, Moss kept herself busy learning about the world around her.She did her best to do her best, but always carried a secret worry in her heart that her best wasn’t good enough.
When Moss and the other nymphs turned a certain age, the elders sent each of them to live with a different tribe. They decided that the best tribe for Moss to be with was the nereids. So she left the freshwater lake she’d called home all her life, and let the gentle river carry her down to the salty sea.
What the naiad elders didn’t know when they sent Moss out into the water was that the nereids had been banished from the Saltiness by an angry Sea Monarch. The nereids now wandered around human towns, each with a tiny bottle around her neck filled with seawater and a little sand.
When Moss learned what had happened to the sea nymphs from some dolphins, the first thing she tried to do was get an audience with the Sea Monarch. But she had retreated into the deepest recesses of the ocean in order to come to terms with her deep rift with the nereids.
Moss, temporarily tribeless, began swimming back towards the river that would lead her home. As she swam, she thought about how horrible it must be to be forced to leave your home forever. She wished with all her heart that she could find a solution, even a temporary one, for the nereids.
And then, of course, she did. (If she didn’t, this story would be quite pointless.) Her solution was inspired by a piece of wood she saw drifting ahead of her in the water. It was from a mangrove tree. Moss realised that the area where the mangroves grew, at the mouth of the river, was neither the Sea Monarch’s nor the naiads. What better place for the nereids to make a home than there?
Needless to say (but I will anyway), Moss was heralded as a hero. I would love to be able to tell you that she never doubted herself again, but that would not be realistic. What I will tell you is that she learned to believe in herself more, and trust in her intuition.
And that, as they say, is the beginning.
So, prompt for Day 2: The ideal employment contract (fiction/ non-fiction)