Raven opens a bright, black eye at the sounds of The Old Woman’s rustling as she shuffles out of the cave into the dawn. Now that he is awake, he finds his situation immensely boring. Little Snake moves as slowly as a tortoise in the chill cave, making her a poor candidate for tricking. He could tear a hole in the tapestry, or drop a ladle in the wrong cauldron, but he has played all those tricks and he wants to find some new mischief. Raven gives The Old Woman a bit of a head start, but he hasn’t the patience to wait longer than necessary. He flies out of the cave and soars high, careful not to cast a shadow on The Old Woman as she treads down the cliff steps.
Patricia, in the past two days, I have heard two very different selkie stories. In case you are not familiar with either of them, here are a couple of links, wet footprints - or are they finprints? - to follow down a slippery trail to a selkie sea...
Oh Selkie stories are my favorite and this was delicious! Thank you for sharing this beautiful and magical story!
Patricia, in the past two days, I have heard two very different selkie stories. In case you are not familiar with either of them, here are a couple of links, wet footprints - or are they finprints? - to follow down a slippery trail to a selkie sea...
The poem, "At Roane Head" by Robin Robertson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hz2bto1ZVH0
Eileen Budd slipped a selkie story that made me laugh into her latest Scottish Folk Podcast episode: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/scottishfolk/episodes/Some-Scottish-Stories-e25p07f/a-aa1qh88
Enjoy!
Oh thank you!!!
So much beautiful imagery, a wonderful storytelling!
Thank you so much, Andrea!
So wonderful! Absolute magic!
Thank you, Taylor! ❤️