Bardic Writings

Finding my way home – a drabble

I died last night, and I found peace.

I was home, home on the beach I love so much. Where my hands buzz from the energy of the land, and where magick dwells and escapes from me the moment my bare feet touches the sand.

A slight breeze kissed my cheek as I made my way to the water’s edge. It was quiet, cicadas singing their song in the midnight air, and the full moon shone down, eliminating the crescent of sand, from cliff to cliff. Not a single cloud was present in the sky, allowing the stars to dance, and the milky way to be seen in its might and glory.

I made my way to the water. The water was still and the waves crashed gently. The flow of the break, of the rush up the shore, was like it’s heartbeat; and soon mine matched it’s rhythm.

I walked closer, and the water rushed up the shore, further than it had, and washed over my feet. “Welcome home,” I heard in the wind. “Welcome home, daughter of the sea.”

My body tingled, and I felt dizzy. Emotion, power, magick, love, filled me from toe to crown. My cheeks hurt from the smile that could not be wiped from my face.

I walked in further. The waves lapped at my calves, beckoning me to go further. If the water was cold, I could not feel it. It was a part of me, an extension of me, and within it I felt whole.

Further in I went, into the stillness under a glowing moon. Something was wrong. Where my feet numb? Why couldn’t I feel them? I tried to swim back to the shore, but felt no muscles to move. Not to kick.

“Remember,” the wind sung. “Remember who you are.“

Calming down, I arched back so I could float on the surface. My legs weren’t gone, after all. They had merged, combined, transformed. Fins replaced feet, fur replaced skin, and up to my hips were covered. I smiled, and laughed, and flapped my new form, splashing the water high into the air.

It was no time, but it was all time, I swam and danced within the water, jumping through the air, exploring my new self, my new surrounds.

There were others. How did I not notice them before? Far on the rocks on either side of the crescent beach, my brothers and sisters sat. They welcomed me. They welcomed me home, and asked why I had been gone for so long. I did not know, I could not remember.

All I knew is that I died on that beach that night, and was reborn as what I was always meant to be. And remain.

Forever at peace. Forever a Selkie.

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