While I was on a roll with typing this evening, I am going to just lay out my story of Medusa, and not some mythical creature or some goddess but the sum of what a person with the name may reveal.
Medusa was an average woman who had dreadlocks. The coincidence in her name was more so of folklore than of relevant people who knew of her. She lived away from people because of how they treated her based on her name. Medusa had dreadlocks when she was coming up and since her hair didn't grow quickly as a child she was often teased because of her image and her name. She decided then to wear a cloak outside to cover her hair and did not return to public school. As she was being home schooled by a single parent, her hair was able to grow with all of the knowledge that her mother was feeding her. When she was of age, she studied abroad and traveled the world based on the curiosity she gained by her studies isolated at home. She hated vanity, so she refused to have mirrors in the places she lived or carry any type of mirror on her. The most she would ever see of her reflection was in pools of water. By the time she had matured and aged she returned home to her mother in her town and decided to explore the world she was hiding from. She was able to produce confidence abroad by wearing the covering, but she had matured enough in herself to be able to remove her head wear and reveal herself.
Her hair, neatly manicured and radiant curled all around sculpting her face and was defined by luxury. It effortlessly flowed and bounced about playfully all about her, brightening her aura and fueling her esteem. She looked in a mirror with her mother who treasured the beauty of her daughter. She imagined her happy living with a respectful gentleman and settling down to deliver her grandchildren. She whispered her dreams to the universe and watched with Medusa dancing stars that twinkled in the night. Medusa thought to herself of looking throughout the town to see what adventures were true to her and slept sound on the idea of mystery.
Medusa awoke and planned a few things to do about town. It was a lively, sunny day, and she could hear the busy sounds of the people. She wanted to visit a few places close by and then see the old country which was full of lush greens and tall trees, peacefully set in the north part of town. She gathered some things and kissed her mother, which was happy to see her daughter outgoing and spontaneous. Medusa dazzled off, wondering what she will see and who she may meet.
As Medusa walked the streets of her town, something peculiar happened. The woman all sneered and stared at her and the men stood in absolute shock, dazed by her beauty. "Stop staring Charles," one woman protested. "She's gonna turn you into stone just staring at her like that!!" And that's exactly what she did, excited and curious walking about. People followed her and marveled at her and sure enough most of them were stone, gazing upon her in awe. Starstruck, these women had to tell their men to come out of the trance Medusa had put upon them, and that didn't make the women very happy, although they were too curious of her wonder to lash out against her. She enjoyed her visit doing the things she had dreamed and wished for so long, she decided to think about her trip home as a welcome to stay. She was not proud or vain, and she lived in her hometown to finally meet a man who was not stone over her beauty, but of her heart and love. They live as pillars of their community in grace and peace, happily, as so was wished by her mother when the cloak was removed. Love may find stars of coal as diamonds of beautiful memories are born. I hope you have enjoyed my little fairy tale.
Thanks for reading.
GG
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