Sunday Messages From the Mermaid



I love to question.  You could say I am a natural born cynic.  I have been thinking about cynics a lot lately.  I tried to explain this word to fourth graders.  I tried to do this so as to make it feel…….well, sound more embraceable.  Yes.  I’ve been reading the recent Newberry by Kate DiCamillo to my students.   It’s a bit……squirrelly! We have been lauging so hard. Some children nearly seized on the floor as they rolled in laughter.  All of this aside…..It is Sunday, no laughing matter, mind you,  and I am trying NOT TO GO NUTS!  So, I will take a rest from school and checking papers for a moment.

Here goes….

How does one LOVE appropriately in subscribing to the FOUR types of LOVE offered by the Greeks and as specifically addressed by Plato? (This in not an easy test.)

A.         Agápe (ἀγάπη agápē[1])      Godly

B.          Éros (ἔρως érōs[5])              Physically

C.          Philia (φιλία philía[7])        Friendly

D.         Storge (στοργή storgē[9])   Familially

E.          A combination of these       Confusingly


Glad I am not grading this on a Mastery Connect bubble sheet.  😉

Just say….Jesus.  (Geeez us, sigh.)

I would have to go with…..Ahhhhhhhhhhhl of the above.  Guess I mean, “E.” Yes, I am mostly opperating in “E,” which takes me into gray waters,


as are many Souls

past, present, and future in the human race of runners, walkers, limpers, crawlers,

and all of those just sitting, watching from wherever on the shore

even those wise enough to be relaxing (real axing? NO! Wetting the paintbrush)

over a cup of coffee, a device, book, or newspaper

feeling the ocean mist

self preserving while pondering (praying for) the rat race

and wondering.

How to better love?


Well?  What do you think?  How do you do this?  LOVE?


I just thought I would welcome comment, but maybe these are not things people easily offer up.  Maybe I ask too much.

It’s a crap shoot.

I guess it’s like asking coffee boy to save the lovely cardboard cutout of the coveted Starbucks Siren for me.  “Corporate is funny about this sort of thing,” he replies.  I think…he can only tell me “No,” right? I think I will ask anyway…..while smiling.

I suggest the cutout will only go to the heap, to the dumpster, or to the cardboard smasher.  What a pitty. No harm should come to the Mermaid. She is lovely, even if she is painted the Siren by a multi-national coffee corporation. Nothing ventured….is equal to = nothing gained.  So I ask, and I ask, and I ask. Not just coffee boy.  He is a metaphor. Actually his name is Zach and he works like a roadrunner. That’s his nickname.  He said it was alright. And it looks promising….him saving the Mermaid for me.

Then I leave to start my day…imagining the Mermaid swimming the dark blue waters of my carpeted classroom wall… Near the School of Rock (poster of the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame)….and gliding above schools of little fish who are eager to learn among Common Cor-ral (choral) and great barrier reefs.  ha ha.

Much of the time the Law of Attraction brings good things. I wonder if She, the Law, is ever annoyed by questioners? Maybe all my questioning is not so…….loving.  Maybe everyone needs to change their thinking….myself included…like the water in a fishbowl. Yes.  Fresh living water with supplements.

I think Jo Boaler should spell her name……Jo Bowl-er.  After all, it may have beeeen her Maths mind that got me thinking….about thinking.

After thoughts…

I like bowling….or I once did when I was a junior in high school on a local Texan league among chainsmokers who bowled nine pins. Small hispanic children manually reset our pins on these smokey nights. They sat on small stools at the end of the lanes and took huge risks in earning meager wages, only to go home bruised and battered from the heavy, flying pins. Strange memories of holy unfathomable occurrences.

These days I am a turkey on the offical scoreboard.

Strike that…..No. Must get and keep my mind out of the gutter and set my pinhead to holier thoughts on some days…..


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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