I bawled into my cellphone as I boarded the plane. My Mother had taken me to the shuttle - a chatter box of excitement, I had just said an enthusiastic farewell to my Father on the telephone, and still there I was: boo-a-hoo-ing!
What struck me, just before I boarded the plane, was that I had never been so far from my sister before. And to me, from a very young age I have believed that, a sister is the gift of knowing that you’ll never entirely be alone. Ha! My fear, rearing it’s insidious little skull.
I thought of Matt.
"And to the extent - ya know - my projection, because I like to write too and as writers, people get to make quick projections on people they just met. My projection about you leaving the folks you’re familiar with to learn more about yourself... I would suggest that is something that is real for you, as a young lady, that may not have been real historically. That it may be true that one of the great ways to get in touch with yourself would be through family and old friends."
However, what is so very interesting is that these same fear-riddled tears were also filled with more joy than I have ever experienced in this lifetime - as I’m sure you can imagine, they were rather large, being so full of the sort of emotions that shape who you’ll become from that moment on. Happy Tears? Yeah.
My trip over was lovely! And when the shuttle dropped me off a block from the hotel, this is what I saw...
It was as if the part of His Ryness left behind in this hauntingly beautiful land was standing on the corner to greet me. Hey Mukker!!!
“optimistic happiness always moving forward”
I began to make my way to the hotel. When I rounded the corner, bagpipes beckoned me toward the front door. And the peacock playing them stopped just as I arrived, flirting shamelessly as I snapped a photo.
After a ridiculously decadent hot bath, a cup of coffee from the most adorable electric pot I found in the closet, and a moment to “get my face on,” I headed out for a wander. My Scottish ramble led me to The Queens Arms for a toddy that set the bar considerably high on those that will follow in its footsteps, to The Abbotsford for a bowl of Leek Soup and a glass of wine, and to the Guildford Arms for a Pint.
Back at the hotel, I headed to the room to write for a bit and drop off my coat before a nightcap with “Ry and Liz” . . . in spirit of course! But sweet dreams coaxed me into the warm bed before I had a chance for either.
If the River's not too high, tomorrow I'll be fishing the Tweed!
To Sisters
To Optimistic Happiness Always Moving Forward.
And On This Third Day, To The Hens:
Faith Hope And Love
But the greatest of these is Love.
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