You’ve probably noticed, if you’ve ready more than a few of my books, that I seem to have a love of the sea–a love of water and water Fae, and water witches (just look at Fata Morgana from Bewitching Bedlam). It’s something that seems in-born within me. I thrive on shows like the Deadliest Catch, I have this slight reverence for fishermen out on the crabbing boats, I love movies like The Perfect Storm, and I am my happiest when I can hear the roar of ocean waves. My sound machine for white noise is set to crashing ocean breakers.
I can’t live away from the coast–I have an actual phobia of going inland too far from the coast and the few times I traveled to land-locked conferences, it took me a lot of strength to avoid the panic of feeling like “I couldn’t escape”…because when I first came over from eastern Washington to the western WA. coast–within weeks, I knew I could never live away from the coast again. I truly found myself feeling like I could ‘escape’ if need be. I think it’s probably some past-life experience peering through.
While I work magick with all elements, the water calls to me, and while the Fae I work with aren’t mermaids or water fae per se, I still feel the lure of the sirens and the call of the undines. The song of the sea lulls me. I can ‘feel’ the energy of hurricanes from the other side of the continent.
My ex-girlfriend and I (we were also magickal partners) used to drive to the ocean at night and yes, we were stupid, but we’d play chicken with the waves in the dark. We’d stand on the edge of the shore in the dark, listening to the waves, steadying ourselves with our walking sticks as the waves rolled in toward us–we couldn’t see them. Couldn’t see how strong they were, but the ocean had called us to come and play, and we answered. We’d go wading in the bay at night, sneaking into the state park and running through the woods down to the bay to play in the water and drape ourselves with the seaweed. Once we saw the phosphorescent algae come in on the waves and it was like wading through the stars. (Disclaimer: do NOT do that–it was stupid and dangerous, so please, don’t put your life in danger that way).
Is it any wonder that water, water Fae, and water witches feature heavily in my books? So, do you love water? Or are you afraid of it? Do you have a special connection with it?