oh my goodness, a new post already!
Almost spring and the song of the blackbirds and of the sea, – and of Selkies and seals “How does one shed their skin and become human?” she asked the great shape-shifter. “The last time I tried to go ashore the dogs howled most frightfully and drove me back into the sea.”
Out there in The Fields, where the blackbirds rehearse their joyful courtship songs
(full screen is best)
(and The Selkies Lament – my love of Celtic and Icelandic lore accompanied by The Chieftains with the beautiful “Wind from the South” inspired this little video)
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These are all my own photographic “stills” edited in the magic of a program called Photo Mirage (except for the seal clip) which creates the wonderful motion effect.
A selkie is a legendary shape shifter, a seal in the ocean that can shed it’s skin and become human on land. The males especially were known to seduce human women. It is part of both Celtic and Icelandic lore.
The clan Macodrum on Uist, an island of the Hebrides claim to be descendants of such a union between Selkie and human!!
Post script on Feb 28 : The shape-shifter’s story
“How does one shed their skin and become human?” she asked the great shape-shifter. “The last time I tried to go ashore the dogs howled most frightfully and drove me back into the sea.”
“I don’t know how it happens,” he replied.” It’s not a pleasant experience at all to feel your pelt peel back and to emerge in terrible spasms- but oh! the freedom of having two legs to run with abandon on the shore- not as fluid as diving into the foam, nor as powerful as cresting the wave of course- but strangely exhilarating nonetheless. It was where I first came to understand the power of desire.”
“And yet the surf will always call you back home, so you must leave your skin in a safe place where the gulls and carrion creatures cannot worry it. But mostly, beware of men. They are the most cunning and deceitful of God’s creatures. Their whole lives are consumed by desire. – You must remain vigilant, for if you lose your skin or it is stolen, you can never return to the sea and you will eventually waste away with grieving.”
He sighed, “But then perhaps it is different for the mer folk.
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