Pani z Oceanu: Lady of the Sea

Pani z Oceanu: Lady of the Sea

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Sela has everything: a house on the sea, an amazing husband who is a lighthouse keeper, and good friends. But all her life she has had these dreams of somewhere else, of her parents calling to her. She doesn't know where she came from or who her family is, but she feels that these dreams are trying to tell her, and she feels like the ocean plays a big part.
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Sela has everything: a house on the sea, an amazing husband who is a lighthouse keeper, and good friends. But all her life she has had these dreams of somewhere else, of her parents calling to her. She doesn't know where she came from or who her family is, but she feels that these dreams are trying to tell her, and she feels like the ocean plays a big part.

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Submitted: June 03, 2017

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The breeze was brushing my cheeks softly, carrying the smell of the salty waters in every gust. Looking out at the ocean from the lighthouse, I could see dolphins. Every morning and night I did this. I would climb the spiral stairs up the lighthouse to look out over the sea. Brad told me I would tire of it after a year or so, but five years have passed since our wedding, and it’s still as beautiful and captivating now as it was the day I moved in to his house by the sea. Marrying a lighthouse keeper wasn’t something I expected would happen – but it was the most magical decision we could have ever made. Not only am I more in love with Brad now than when we first married, but his being a lighthouse keeper allows me to stay on the ocean, which is something I knew I would never be able to give up in all my life. I practically lived in the ocean for as long as I could remember, and I felt more home in the wondrous salty waters than anywhere else on Earth.

“Sela, do you think you could come on down and eat dinner?” I didn’t hear Brad walk up the stairs, and his voice was calm, like a gentle wave hitting the shore. He brushed my long curly hair behind my ear.

“Do I have to leave this glorious view already?”

“It has been two hours.” He chuckled, looking out at the water.

“What?” I asked, his face curious.

“I want to see what you see. I look out there and I see water. I see pieces of seaweed floating on the surface, and occasionally I’ll see a dolphin or the fin of a shark. As much as I do enjoy swimming in the ocean and looking at its beauty, I just don’t see anything that magical. I wish I saw what you did – because it’s like when your eyes meet the ocean, you become a different person. There’s a love in your eyes, a love that’s also a longing for something. I’ve never seen anything so emotional as the bond you share with the sea.” He gazed out at the horizon.

“Brad, I’ve never felt anything more deeply than the mysteries of the sea. You knew that when I married you. Most thirty-year-old women spend their days caught up in the dramas of the modern world. How many likes their photo can get on Facebook, how many views their video on Instagram will receive, texting family and friends for dinner plans…none of it is even appealing to me. I don’t think that makes me better than all the rest, but I have accepted that it makes me different, and I’m okay with that. Not knowing who my family is means less people to talk to. Having only two friends makes that easier, too. Loving books as much as I do means it isn’t hard for me to stay away from social media, and loving to swim makes it easy for me to be unattached to a computer or TV. It isn’t the life most people would consider appealing, but it’s perfect to me. You’re perfect to me.” I breathed in the salty air, knowing in a few minutes I would be inside the house surrounded by the smells of dinner on the table. Brad loved to cook, and tonight he grilled salmon and roasted potatoes and asparagus. I poured our water and sat down across from Brad.

“Sela, I couldn’t do much for you for our anniversary, but I wanted to give you this.” He reached out from under the table and handed me a book. It was aqua colored and very large. The edges were worn and the cover was faded. It was very old. On the front, it read: “Pani z Oceanu.”

“I bought that when I traveled to Poland. It means “Lady of the Ocean.” It was written hundreds of years ago, and apparently it tells of an ancient legend. A woman of the sea is kind of like a mermaid, I suppose. Well, I know it isn’t much…I didn’t read it, anyway, but I thought it would capture your interest.”

“Brad! I love it! I only bought you a new watch. I know yours stopped working, and I picked it up for you just last week. Nothing so meaningful as this book. I will cherish this forever.” I was so fascinated with this book and I hadn’t even opened it yet. Over dinner, we talked about small, unimportant things, and really my mind was only on reading the book. I think Brad knew that, too, because he told me to go on and read while he cleaned up the dishes. I went out to our deck so I could be near the ocean as I read. I opened up the book and was captivated instantly. I read for hours and hours, when finally, Brad stepped out onto the deck in his pajamas.

“Darling, it’s midnight, I’m headed off to bed.” He kissed me and brushed my hair behind my ear. He always brushed my hair behind my ear.

“I’m coming in soon.” I closed the book and came in, showering and crawling into bed. Brad was already asleep by then. I set the book on my nightstand and closed my eyes.

“Sela, I’m so glad you’re home! Why did it take you so long? All these years… we thought you would never return. You always knew…you always knew. Your heart was trying to tell you…to bring you back to us. We’ve missed you.”

I woke up suddenly. It was morning, but I felt as if I had only been asleep for an hour or less.

“Darling, are you alright? You look startled.” Brad was awake, but still lying down under the covers. He looked up at me.

“I’m fine. I had that dream again. The one that I’ve had since I was a child. I hear these voices telling me they’re glad to see me…that I’m home. But I can’t see their faces clearly, and it sounds like I’m under water. I always wake up startled because it feels so real. It’s like it’s a connection to my parents or something…or where I came from…” my voice trailed off.

“Sela, what do you mean, exactly, when you say, “Where I came from?” I mean, I’m very sorry you don’t know who your parents are, and I can’t try to pretend to understand what it feels like, not knowing. But, you do know where you came from. You came from Maine, where your foster mother is, two hours from here. You know where you’re from.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah. I guess. I know. But…sometimes I feel like…I don’t know. I feel like there’s something I don’t remember. I feel like there’s another part of my life that I can hear calling… somewhere off in the distance, like it’s just out of reach. I’ve felt these emotions since I was a little girl. I can’t help but wonder if they mean anything.” I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. I wanted to brush away the feelings of the night. I combed my long, auburn hair and changed my clothes.

“I’m going to be on the deck reading, Brad. I’ll make breakfast in a little while.”

The breeze was brushing my cheeks softly, carrying the smell of the salty waters in every gust. Looking out at the ocean from the lighthouse, I could see dolphins. Every morning and night I did this. I would climb the spiral stairs up the lighthouse to look out over the sea. Brad told me I would tire of it after a year or so, but five years have passed since our wedding, and it’s still as beautiful and captivating now as it was the day I moved in to his house by the sea. Marrying a lighthouse keeper wasn’t something I expected would happen – but it was the most magical decision we could have ever made. Not only am I more in love with Brad now than when we first married, but his being a lighthouse keeper allows me to stay on the ocean, which is something I knew I would never be able to give up in all my life. I practically lived in the ocean for as long as I could remember, and I felt more home in the wondrous salty waters than anywhere else on Earth.

 

“Sela, do you think you could come on down and eat dinner?” I didn’t hear Brad walk up the stairs, and his voice was calm, like a gentle wave hitting the shore. He brushed my long curly hair behind my ear.

 

“Do I have to leave this glorious view already?”

 

“It has been two hours.” He chuckled, looking out at the water.

 

“What?” I asked, his face curious.

 

“I want to see what you see. I look out there and I see water. I see pieces of seaweed floating on the surface, and occasionally I’ll see a dolphin or the fin of a shark. As much as I do enjoy swimming in the ocean and looking at its beauty, I just don’t see anything that magical. I wish I saw what you did – because it’s like when your eyes meet the ocean, you become a different person. There’s a love in your eyes, a love that’s also a longing for something. I’ve never seen anything so emotional as the bond you share with the sea.” He gazed out at the horizon.

 

“Brad, I’ve never felt anything more deeply than the mysteries of the sea. You knew that when I married you. Most thirty-year-old women spend their days caught up in the dramas of the modern world. How many likes their photo can get on Facebook, how many views their video on Instagram will receive, texting family and friends for dinner plans…none of it is even appealing to me. I don’t think that makes me better than all the rest, but I have accepted that it makes me different, and I’m okay with that. Not knowing who my family is means less people to talk to. Having only two friends makes that easier, too. Loving books as much as I do means it isn’t hard for me to stay away from social media, and loving to swim makes it easy for me to be unattached to a computer or TV. It isn’t the life most people would consider appealing, but it’s perfect to me. You’re perfect to me.” I breathed in the salty air, knowing in a few minutes I would be inside the house surrounded by the smells of dinner on the table. Brad loved to cook, and tonight he grilled salmon and roasted potatoes and asparagus. I poured our water and sat down across from Brad.

 

“Sela, I couldn’t do much for you for our anniversary, but I wanted to give you this.” He reached out from under the table and handed me a book. It was aqua colored and very large. The edges were worn and the cover was faded. It was very old. On the front, it read: “Pani z Oceanu.”

 

“I bought that when I traveled to Poland. It means “Lady of the Ocean.” It was written hundreds of years ago, and apparently it tells of an ancient legend. A woman of the sea is kind of like a mermaid, I suppose. Well, I know it isn’t much…I didn’t read it, anyway, but I thought it would capture your interest.”

 

“Brad! I love it! I only bought you a new watch. I know yours stopped working, and I picked it up for you just last week. Nothing so meaningful as this book. I will cherish this forever.” I was so fascinated with this book and I hadn’t even opened it yet. Over dinner, we talked about small, unimportant things, and really my mind was only on reading the book. I think Brad knew that, too, because he told me to go on and read while he cleaned up the dishes. I went out to our deck so I could be near the ocean as I read. I opened up the book and was captivated instantly. I read for hours and hours, when finally, Brad stepped out onto the deck in his pajamas.

 

“Darling, it’s midnight, I’m headed off to bed.” He kissed me and brushed my hair behind my ear. He always brushed my hair behind my ear.

 

“I’m coming in soon.” I closed the book and came in, showering and crawling into bed. Brad was already asleep by then. I set the book on my nightstand and closed my eyes.

 

“Sela, I’m so glad you’re home! Why did it take you so long? All these years… we thought you would never return. You always knew…you always knew. Your heart was trying to tell you…to bring you back to us. We’ve missed you.”

 

I woke up suddenly. It was morning, but I felt as if I had only been asleep for an hour or less.

 

“Darling, are you alright? You look startled.” Brad was awake, but still lying down under the covers. He looked up at me.

 

“I’m fine. I had that dream again. The one that I’ve had since I was a child. I hear these voices telling me they’re glad to see me…that I’m home. But I can’t see their faces clearly, and it sounds like I’m under water. I always wake up startled because it feels so real. It’s like it’s a connection to my parents or something…or where I came from…” my voice trailed off.

 

“Sela, what do you mean, exactly, when you say, “Where I came from?” I mean, I’m very sorry you don’t know who your parents are, and I can’t try to pretend to understand what it feels like, not knowing. But, you do know where you came from. You came from Maine, where your foster mother is, two hours from here. You know where you’re from.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

 

“Yeah. I guess. I know. But…sometimes I feel like…I don’t know. I feel like there’s something I don’t remember. I feel like there’s another part of my life that I can hear calling… somewhere off in the distance, like it’s just out of reach. I’ve felt these emotions since I was a little girl. I can’t help but wonder if they mean anything.” I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. I wanted to brush away the feelings of the night. I combed my long, auburn hair and changed my clothes.

 

“I’m going to be on the deck reading, Brad. I’ll make breakfast in a little while.”

The breeze was brushing my cheeks softly, carrying the smell of the salty waters in every gust. Looking out at the ocean from the lighthouse, I could see dolphins. Every morning and night I did this. I would climb the spiral stairs up the lighthouse to look out over the sea. Brad told me I would tire of it after a year or so, but five years have passed since our wedding, and it’s still as beautiful and captivating now as it was the day I moved in to his house by the sea. Marrying a lighthouse keeper wasn’t something I expected would happen – but it was the most magical decision we could have ever made. Not only am I more in love with Brad now than when we first married, but his being a lighthouse keeper allows me to stay on the ocean, which is something I knew I would never be able to give up in all my life. I practically lived in the ocean for as long as I could remember, and I felt more home in the wondrous salty waters than anywhere else on Earth.

 

“Sela, do you think you could come on down and eat dinner?” I didn’t hear Brad walk up the stairs, and his voice was calm, like a gentle wave hitting the shore. He brushed my long curly hair behind my ear.

 

“Do I have to leave this glorious view already?”

 

“It has been two hours.” He chuckled, looking out at the water.

 

“What?” I asked, his face curious.

 

“I want to see what you see. I look out there and I see water. I see pieces of seaweed floating on the surface, and occasionally I’ll see a dolphin or the fin of a shark. As much as I do enjoy swimming in the ocean and looking at its beauty, I just don’t see anything that magical. I wish I saw what you did – because it’s like when your eyes meet the ocean, you become a different person. There’s a love in your eyes, a love that’s also a longing for something. I’ve never seen anything so emotional as the bond you share with the sea.” He gazed out at the horizon.

 

“Brad, I’ve never felt anything more deeply than the mysteries of the sea. You knew that when I married you. Most thirty-year-old women spend their days caught up in the dramas of the modern world. How many likes their photo can get on Facebook, how many views their video on Instagram will receive, texting family and friends for dinner plans…none of it is even appealing to me. I don’t think that makes me better than all the rest, but I have accepted that it makes me different, and I’m okay with that. Not knowing who my family is means less people to talk to. Having only two friends makes that easier, too. Loving books as much as I do means it isn’t hard for me to stay away from social media, and loving to swim makes it easy for me to be unattached to a computer or TV. It isn’t the life most people would consider appealing, but it’s perfect to me. You’re perfect to me.” I breathed in the salty air, knowing in a few minutes I would be inside the house surrounded by the smells of dinner on the table. Brad loved to cook, and tonight he grilled salmon and roasted potatoes and asparagus. I poured our water and sat down across from Brad.

 

“Sela, I couldn’t do much for you for our anniversary, but I wanted to give you this.” He reached out from under the table and handed me a book. It was aqua colored and very large. The edges were worn and the cover was faded. It was very old. On the front, it read: “Pani z Oceanu.”

 

“I bought that when I traveled to Poland. It means “Lady of the Ocean.” It was written hundreds of years ago, and apparently it tells of an ancient legend. A woman of the sea is kind of like a mermaid, I suppose. Well, I know it isn’t much…I didn’t read it, anyway, but I thought it would capture your interest.”

 

“Brad! I love it! I only bought you a new watch. I know yours stopped working, and I picked it up for you just last week. Nothing so meaningful as this book. I will cherish this forever.” I was so fascinated with this book and I hadn’t even opened it yet. Over dinner, we talked about small, unimportant things, and really my mind was only on reading the book. I think Brad knew that, too, because he told me to go on and read while he cleaned up the dishes. I went out to our deck so I could be near the ocean as I read. I opened up the book and was captivated instantly. I read for hours and hours, when finally, Brad stepped out onto the deck in his pajamas.

 

“Darling, it’s midnight, I’m headed off to bed.” He kissed me and brushed my hair behind my ear. He always brushed my hair behind my ear.

 

“I’m coming in soon.” I closed the book and came in, showering and crawling into bed. Brad was already asleep by then. I set the book on my nightstand and closed my eyes.

 

“Sela, I’m so glad you’re home! Why did it take you so long? All these years… we thought you would never return. You always knew…you always knew. Your heart was trying to tell you…to bring you back to us. We’ve missed you.”

 

I woke up suddenly. It was morning, but I felt as if I had only been asleep for an hour or less.

 

“Darling, are you alright? You look startled.” Brad was awake, but still lying down under the covers. He looked up at me.

 

“I’m fine. I had that dream again. The one that I’ve had since I was a child. I hear these voices telling me they’re glad to see me…that I’m home. But I can’t see their faces clearly, and it sounds like I’m under water. I always wake up startled because it feels so real. It’s like it’s a connection to my parents or something…or where I came from…” my voice trailed off.

 

“Sela, what do you mean, exactly, when you say, “Where I came from?” I mean, I’m very sorry you don’t know who your parents are, and I can’t try to pretend to understand what it feels like, not knowing. But, you do know where you came from. You came from Maine, where your foster mother is, two hours from here. You know where you’re from.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

 

“Yeah. I guess. I know. But…sometimes I feel like…I don’t know. I feel like there’s something I don’t remember. I feel like there’s another part of my life that I can hear calling… somewhere off in the distance, like it’s just out of reach. I’ve felt these emotions since I was a little girl. I can’t help but wonder if they mean anything.” I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. I wanted to brush away the feelings of the night. I combed my long, auburn hair and changed my clothes.

 

“I’m going to be on the deck reading, Brad. I’ll make breakfast in a little while.”

 

 


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