We are seafolk, long lost from the sea.
Though our feet may now trod and root into Earth
It is the briny liquid that courses through our veins
It is the siren song of the tides that makes our souls sing
We return to the sea each year, to Manannan mac Lir
We tempt the fierceness of the womb from which we sprung.
Our bodies cradle by ocean, warmed by the Sun and sung to by the wind
We rest our bodies to the gentle evening lullabye and are reborn on the new day.
We sit once again rooted, staring out over the undulating waves
At peace, connected and one with the Goddess.
~Stephanie Lowell-Libby, 2007