Her allure is enough to bring a vessel to the shallows. She’s enough to bring a man to his knees. A temptress, she’s divine yet dangerous and the subject of every bold myth and warning. Her love is a charm, but, loudly, it’s hailed as a deathtrap at worst and at best as a distraction.
Ever noticed how stories which end with the protagonist removed from the trajectory on which the narrative was crafted laud men as knights in shining armor and women as sirens? How women find themselves saved while men find themselves seduced?
Gender study aside, the valor, integrity, and strength embodied by those knights is that which resides within us all – though it may sometimes run stagnant. However; the allure, the dazzle, and, yes, even the distraction on which the siren premise rests is that which teaches us everything we need to know about ourselves. It’s that which rejuvenates the stagnant waters of our seas and steers our vessels back out of the shallows.
Culturally, we’re taught to avoid distractions. (Which, fine, maybe if it’s the glittering cacophony of a scrolling newsfeed, that’s advice worth heeding.) We forget, though, that being driven off-course — whether marginally or entirely — reminds us of why we started in the first place and whether we seek to continue at all. It allows for a moment of clarity, for a breath and a distinction in an otherwise uniform chronology, to seek renewal. When we’re dashed on the rocks, we are allowed the opportunity to rebuild the ship we’ve always wanted versus that which we’ve always had. (You know, the shoddy dinghy we made before we knew any better, or the vast enterprise we inherited but never felt akin to: we get to rebuild those.) We’ve been taught to see our crashes as object failures and as moments to avoid whenever possible, but they’re our opportunities to unzip ourselves from our dressings and find, through that purity, what will make us whole.
At the head of that, though, with everything intact and easy, the pathway to renewal sounds more like being dragged over gravel. To which I say: sirens sing like Emmylou Harris; hush, you’re fine.
A knight in shining armor who can pluck us from wherever we are and drop us somewhere safer sounds a helluva lot more romantic. Still, a siren who can call forth all of our temptations asks for our accountability and ultimately affords us the same saving. Hers, though, is a saving we render from within. It’s a redirection we find for ourselves through her proxy.
Viewing obstacles and distractions as opportunities requires creativity. It might also require a heavy dollop of willful naivety; that slight-of-hand might be my speed so I might not be the best person to consult here. Or maybe I’m just misbranding that last bit, and what it actually qualifies as is surrender. Again, there’s a chance I’m not your girl. The point being, creativity is required to see through the hardship and move beyond the rocks. To build something you’re proud of is an art form no matter the medium. To find yourself lost yet suspended in an unnamed allure is most of the creative process. The siren is as much a muse as she is a disruption; she’s as much an artist herself as she is a force of destruction.
So, presented with the opportunity to change your direction, I hope you find yourself in shallow waters – your limbs wrapped in the watery voice of glistening misdirection – and from there find within yourself the capacity for renewal. It’s important to learn, and learn again and again, that we are our own knights, and life itself is our siren. That we exude the valor and hold the capacity for artistry in our own remaking, our story is the cavernous collection of the siren; our stories are artistic stockpiles of everything we’ve seen and known and held onto.
May the bounties be laden with adventure and beauty, and may we shed our knightly armor long enough to embrace it.
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