Bonnie Scotland

Over the course of the last two and half years, we have been very fortunate to have traveled a part of the world that we have never seen before.  And I think we can all agree that these experiences are not to be taken for granted.  Mainly because every time you have an opportunity to experience a new place, a new culture, or a new landscape, it brings you out of your own ego, your own perceptions, your own narrow reality.  And for this, we are very grateful.

We have been to many different countries and cities over the course of the last few years and each one has left its mark.  So much so that we will carry a piece of each place with us for the rest of our lives.

That said, there comes a time when you visit a place that goes beyond tourism.  That goes beyond a simple visit.  A place that even goes beyond a check off of your bucket list.

Scotland had laid quietly beyond my consciousness for a couple of years now.  It was a place that I thought about so much that I felt as though I had already experienced it before ever stepping foot on its soil.

So when that moment finally did come, it left its mark.

It has been one week since I have returned.  One week of lost words, trying to explain what can’t be explained.  One week of reflection about just how this country could leave me so speechless and yet spark feelings that long to jump from my soul.

Maybe it was the graciousness of the people.

Maybe it was the immense beauty that both the cities and the Highlands offered.

Maybe it was the history of a country and its people who longed for its independence and freedom.

Maybe it was the magical folklores.

Or maybe it was just the Celtic blood in me that was returning back to a place of the world that I have sought to return to from the deepest parts of my being.

In reality, it’s probably all of those things, especially the feeling of “returning home”.

At this point of my life I am ok with things that can’t be explained.  So much so that if and when a place or experience does leave me scrambling to try to explain it, I know that I need to pay attention a bit more.  To all of its beauty.  To all of its lessons.  To all of its truth.

There are no words for those purest of things.  For they are only to be experienced.

Bonnie Scotland…Haste Ye Back!