Here is another set of lines from my journal written during the trip to Scotland this June. I encourage myself to do a bit of free flowing writing that would record some of the things I am experiencing, often as a simple list. This helps me to remember certain moments in way that photos cannot capture them.
Scotland.
Thistle and nettle.
Nettle that blooms so beautifully with purple flowers that I sting myself with it deliberately just to make sure it really is nettle.
Wind whistling in my ears and as it hits the stones of the buildings’ walls.
Feeling like this is the north.
Sunset skies after 10 pm because the days are so long as we approach June 21st.
Kind people who talk a lot, but I can understand only about one third of what they are saying. But I could listen to their speech forever.
Musicians climbing the bar seats between customers to reach for their guitars and then play just like that–seated among us with their drinks and instruments.
The rain of the highlands.
The views that keep on disappearing behind clouds.
The woods that made me feel like I was in South Africa.
Huge bushes, trees, and entire forests of rhododendron sprawling across hills, all blooming its vibrant purple along the highway.
Duncan, the musician with intense blue eyes, covered in tattoos, playing the wooden electric guitar.
Spending a day with my Mom to shop and imagine new ways of being in my new clothes.
Then going to a museum and getting quickly bored of all there is to see.
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I am following this with some photos and captions because I need a place to organize the images I take.
