Good morning from the highlands in bonny Scotland!!! It has taken me a few days to be still and put my Scottish wings on. I have been here 4 weeks now. This life continues to nourish me. I think I’ve been adopted. It feels like Scotland, herself, has wrapped her arms around me to tell me She loves me too. I came here looking for “thin places”. Those crossroads of energy in which the atmosphere is discernably different. Places where the barrier between heaven and earth – the spiritual and the physical – is “thinner”. (Easier to see through and to get across.) I have found these people, whether they are educated or not, to have a spiritual depth and grounding unlike any I have seen before. The everyday people take it for granted that they know what is important. It was evident to me 4 years ago, when I came here for the first time, how similar we are. And yet…not. The language is supposedly the same. We both speak English. It continues to make me laugh when I have no understanding of what is being said. Sounds like bells and whistles at times. When I get tired of concentrating, I just listen to the lilting music of their conversation. These people love “honor” – and fun, and their families. (Not to mention beer and food and music and, of course, conversation.) I am living in a shared house with a few others. This is not a capitalistic country. They do not carry the pressure of having to be a monetary “success”. Yet, they are so rich. Having read the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings multiple times in my adult life, I know where Tolkien came up with all his characters. I have met them. There are hobbits…elves…Druids…Kings, queens and princesses. All alive and well in Scotland. More on this later.