Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Summer Solstice Selkie Spells

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Summer in Ireland is pure magic. Fiddles and flutes beckon you out of colorful shops into cobblestone streets. Laughter and rich lilting Irish voices spill out of packed pubs that smell of wet wool and pipe smoke. You can strike up a conversation with almost anyone and they'll spin you a tale if you buy them a pint.

One of my most magical memories is of the enchanted island of Inishbofin. It was late--nearly eleven at night--but the sun was just dipping into the ocean. I sat at a picnic table outside the pub surrounded by islanders, sipping a Guinness and watching the clouds edge with pink. A handful of children kicked a soccer ball around, chasing each other through the rutted streets.

The call of the sea was strong that night, a restless luring whisper of magical things to come. If I'd known what I know now, I would have gone down to the beach on that enchanted solstice eve. I would have hidden behind the rocks and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of the selkies casting their summer spells.


But perhaps, somehow, I knew deep down they were there. Even if I could not see them. I felt their magic. I knew they existed. And I believed. I think that night the selkies cast a spell on me--a powerful, dream-come-true spell. That one day I would be an author. That strangers would read my stories. That they would ask for more.


I hope I can return one day to that beach and thank them. For sharing their fairy tale, for letting me tell their stories. I would bring a handful of rose petals, and sprinkle them into the waves. And whisper words in Gaelic. That only they would understand.


On this glorious eve of the first day of summer, I ask only this... What is your most magical memory?

8 comments:

  1. That is a tough question, but I remember feeling the Irish magic when we were there! What a beautiful place. It was filled with such fabulous people.

    Congrats on your books!

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    1. The people are what make Ireland such a magical place. Next time you go, you must plan a trip to one of the islands. Most beautiful places on earth. :)

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  2. That is a beautiful telling of a magical moment that shaped your destiny! Thank you for sharing it with us.
    I had a powerful moment years ago at Stonehenge. The sun was setting, gold and purple between the dolmens, and someone was playing a haunting tune on the flute. I wandered into the very middle of the circle, and stood and just breathed. And I felt it - the pulse of the ley line underneath me, a shooting bolt under the earth, and I lost my footing. The flute player looked at me, smiled slightly, and nodded. Thank you for making me remember this moment. I think I need to use it in writing somehow.

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    1. Oh, what a beautiful, magical memory! I have never been to Stonehenge, but I hope to make it there one day. It sounds absolutely breathtaking. And you need to use this memory in a future story. Thank you for sharing it here. :)

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  3. One of my most magical moments in Eire last summer was hanging around in the Hotel Bar. There was an old lady next to me. We struck up a bit of a conversation. When I told her where I lived she asked if I knew 'the Mexican who could talk to dogs' (her words) and we spent the next few hours talking about dogs, the Dog Whisperer, while drinking Guinesses with Blackcurrent ( sometimes called a Lady Guiness) and sang along with the band as they played folk songs.

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    1. I love striking up conversations with random people in Ireland. You always meet the friendliest, most wonderful people. But chatting about dogs while listening to folk songs and drinking a Lady Guinness? What a perfect way to spend an evening! Slainte. :)

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  4. My most magical moment was one of my first dates with hubby...
    We wandered off into a forest with a romantic picnic, it was lightly raining (as it often does in the UK), but only enough to leave glistening dewdrops in our hair. On our way back we paused when we came face to face with a deer. We stood and stared, only a few feet apart, for about five full minutes, until a far-off noise frightened the deer and it turned and galloped into the trees.
    Amazing...one of those moments that is burned into your memory forever!

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    1. A picnic in the forest with dew drops in your hair? What an enchanting first date! No wonder you married him. :)

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