The Selkie

This is an image have been working on for quite a while now...I am doing a project exploring myths from around the world....my interpretation.....image and words.I have been finishing this off today...no time for blipping but I thought I would like to share this with you. There are some of my pics from Scotland... Orkney ...Skye in this....not to mention Lilah.
The story.......

The Selkie



She found the key buried deep inside the flour bin…pushing it into the pockets of her dress she held it so tight that surely her hand would be cut and bloody if she didn’t let go…just a little.
The box it opened was the small wooden box that lived at the end of her Ma and Pa’s bed. They weren’t really her Ma and Pa…she knew that…and…even though they had been nothing but kind to her there was a deep longing inside of her for….something else…something that kept drawing her to the sandy shores of the ocean or the black rocks with waves constantly kissing them.
Instinctively she knew the answer was locked inside the box.
Waiting until the early hours of the morning she crept into Ma and Pas bedroom and quietly lifted up the box and walked with it down to the shoreline.
Even the ever sleepy seals perked up and looked awake and excited…she had to shush them to keep quiet so as not to waken anyone.
As if drawn by a string she walked into the water and started to swim out to the little black rock with the box bobbing in front of her..the water splashing over the box seemed to make the Celtic dragon carvings look like they were coming to life. 
As the sun weakly rose in the cloudy sky she reached the rock. Here hands were trembling as she opened the box…..as she peered inside there was the most beautiful  thing she had ever seen…… she pulled it from its dark home and held it against her body …then as if it had a mind of its own it  magically wrapped itself all around her.
Things started to change….the salt air…. the seaweed had never smelt so good…and a deep hunger in the pit of her belly…..FISH!
The sleepy seals slid down from the rocks and swam toward her ...not so sleepy when they were in water….graceful elegance …the old one with thick whiskers stuck his head out of the water and welcomed her home…a young one stayed with her close by. 
As the skin tightened around her she too slid into the water…a girl no longer but a most beautiful seal ….sleek and powerful ..the feeling of the water gliding over her skin …..hunting fish…sleeping on the warm rocks with her very large family. 
She would go to visit Ma and Pa … she could see them from far out in the ocean …at dawn they would often stand by the water looking out for her… she would swim to them and throw fish up to them for their meal . When Pa got too old to go out and catch fish she would look after them by making sure they had enough food from the cool beautiful waters so they would always have food on their table. 
Never…ever did she take her seal skin off again.
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