A long time ago, I locked away my sealskin. At least the farmer part of me did. He was well-intentioned, to be sure. Unfortunately, he ignored my tears and my pleas to be set free and for my sealskin to be returned. There was hay to be made, sheep to be sheared, bread to be baked, and chickens to be fed. 

My Selkie, my wild nature, could do all those things, although what she was born for was to dive down deep into the sea and explore the enchanted places found there. She was made to be sleek and fast. Her place among her people was assured, and it enriched her. It was her mere presence in all their adventures that gave her life meaning and value.