That day I stand in the Meadows. Music pulses out across the crowd. A light haze above, and an earthy skunky aroma in the air. A variety of genders in red dresses move to the rhythm of the music full of joy and Sativa. I'm an imposter here, astounded, and confounded at the variety of humanity around me. Betwixt loving the spectacle and joy of what's around, and between the polarities of who I am. Edinburgh man to be one day, or country boy the next. Even among the furthest bogs and lochs of the moor of Rannoch I never felt so far from myself. And yet I feel very alive. The paradox of the gael. A living, breathing, dichotomy.
This day I am on the river seeking silver salar and it's wisdom. This river that connects me between a loch and a hard place. A Strath or auld reekie. The dùthchas wins only because the decision is made for me. And that's ok.
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| The Kate Bushes |
