Today began with an easier round of free-styling. Practicing pulling down barriers between mind and mouth seems to be the best way forward.
Then we warmed up over music, words and whatever came out, which, it seemed, involved the sea, P&O Cruises, channel swimmers and pebbly beaches. This reminded us of selkie stories. What do you mean you don't know selkie stories? Selkies are the seal people. In the Scottish islands and coastways it was the story people told each other. Can you imagine, if you depend on the sea for your living, if you are forced to sail out in it, and fish in it, in the worst of weather? Imagine how many lives were lost. Imagine how many children would have to have absent brothers and fathers explained to them. The seals give a way out, a story to tell, to explain that things are not as bad as they seem. Often in the stories there is a breach of trust. A fisherman will meet a selkie woman and steal her skin or hide it. He will promise to take care of her, but sometimes he will break his promise. Or she finds the skin. Or their child does, and it's not long before she's back in the water and never seen again. So that is the kind of story we found ourselves most taken with. But not to be told straight. We started picking up modern pieces and places, references to the way other-worldiness is sometimes just cast aside as madness. But who's to say. How do we know?