The Selkie

Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I’ve ached for a human hand
I’ll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light

_Celtic Voices ~ Women of song

 

Pan in my Sketchbook


A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..

The Sketchbook Project 2011