Wednesday, January 25, 2017

My Heart's In The Highlands


My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe--
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace of valour, the country of worth!
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.


Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below,
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer,
A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe--
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go


I always seem to forget how much I love poetry; the whisper of dreams made tangible, the sweetness of beauty so plain.  In addition I've never really known much about Robert Burns except to have a vague idea that some of his most lovely poems had not so lovely double meanings. But then I happened to find out that it is his birthday today (thanks Goodreads!) and then I read the above. I still canna say about the rest of his work, but this, this is a whisper of loveliness, and reading it is a celebration all itself. 

My heart is not here... does it not simply sing with the song of Eternity put in our hearts? The words tingle and burn with the excitement of it and that is true art. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

In The First Week of January...


Beginning the New Year with watching Felicity - An American Girl Adventure. I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! The colonial time period has always been one of my happy places and this was The Most Charming and sweet and heart-melting bit of it. And the end... could it be more lovely? No, my friend, I think not.

My littlest sister's curly headed bob. When she gets up in the morning it's almost unnerving how 20's she looks.

Doing Sleek Technique and Ballet Beautiful in my fairy light decked downstairs "studio" on a snow filled morning.


This review of Blue Ice and Amber by one of my best friends.

Windfola in her Nordic Pony Form. She looks like she should be tromping around with a rope of bells and scarlet ribbons.

Hallmarks in general, and Baby's First Christmas in particular. It is hilarious and it has scenes of the Most Melting Nature Possible; truly I was quite teary by the end.


Sledding with Arwen to the sparkle of Christmas lights and cloud muffled Moonlight.

The New Year in general you know; the beauties of Possibilities untold... yet all planned by the unguessable imagination of God.

Yes, it's a nice sort of feeling.


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