Life's a Journey, Aye!: YVR!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

YVR!

Greetings from Canada's best big city - Vancouver!
(never mind that their hockey team is CRAP...!)

So have been lounging in the Air Canada Maple Leaf Lounge - enjoyed a lovely dinner of oriental beef with rice, had a muffin, and a drink.... ok, that's not totally true - several drinks (ok I am really on dark rum and coke #3.....)

Feeling much more relaxed about flying - just decided that I am being ridiculous, and really, took a firm hand with myself there. OR, if truth be told, the rum has helped maybe a teensy tinesy bit...... hahahahahaha.

55 minutes until I board the aircraft bound for London Heathrow (hey, time enough for one more rum - wahoo!). Hoping, as always for a quiet flight (NO patients), and a good movie to watch on the way. Maybe this one will work out well and my body really will believe it should be asleep...... and them with any luck I WILL be asleep....

Gotta love the International wing of the airport (hehehe no pun intended), so many different people - interesting cultures and many different languages. Cool to see tourists going back home loaded up with bags of maple syrup (seriously though, does anyone LIKE that stuff??), stuffed teddy bears with Olympics hats on, and the inevitable t-shirts and all. Hopefully someone at the Edinburgh airport will think I am as adorable - armed with a bagful of teddy bears shaped like haggis, adorned with a Scotch bonnet, and a bagful of Scotch.........

Well I see time is indeed passing and I have to reasemble the carry on bag - stow the laptop, figure out how to turn my blackberry to no data roaming, and find my shoes which have migrated under the chair.... somewhere....... what the heck?!? I am sure all the high class folk who frequent this lounge rue the day that commoners such as myself could just BUY a pass and come into the inner sanctum.... hehehehe power to the people I say!!!

I can't quite do the math (that's the rum I think....) but I leave here in 50 minutes..... get into LHR at... sometime tomorrow, hop the flight to Edinburgh, if I can make the terminal change and organize a boarding pass in time... and finally will set my feet upon Scottish soil at around 1810 tomorrow, British Summer Time. Remember that's 8 hours ahead of us in time. I suppose really it will be the Scottish lino first in the airport, then the concrete of the road... but soon after I will find some actual Scottish soil, or maybe even grass, and put both my feet and my hands upon it. Can't wait really.

So, dear readers, I will update as soon as I can, remember I am electronically challenged and have a hard time sussing out networks...... but update I will!!

So... I will speak with you next in Scotland.... or London, if I can't make the connection hahahahahaha.

Our Deepest Fear

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone! And as we let our light shine, we give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Get out there, and let your light shine! (and yup, that last bit added by me!)

A quote often attributed to Nelson Mandela, but written by Marianne Williamson. Shared with me by my sister Noelle.

Change in Direction

Have been watching with more and more horror the images which reach us here in our nice, warm, safe home of Haiti, post-earthquake.

Many calls have gone out for help, and many have responded in ways they are able - donations, time, with prayer, and deeds.

The thought of all they are suffering has been niggling at my conscience. So. I asked my sister if she knew of aid agencies taking volunteers She did, and put me in touch with a very large and well known one. One with resources and 'pull' - one which is respected and known around the globe. Seemed snesible to me to volunteer with one which is well known, and has resources to support its activities and its volunteers.

So. Tuesday I sent in my application to go as a paramedic to serve in the field hospitals/clinics of Haiti.

If accepted I will go.

So from you dear readers, I will need a continuous supply of positive thoughts, and encouragement. My stint will be for only 2 weeks but I fully expect it will be a life changing experience.

So this will be a different sort of blog that I usually write. No night shots of the Eiffel Tower, no cathedrals, no castles, no Scottish countryside scenes, no flower gardens. I expect the only monuments I will see are those of human spirit - struggling to make themselves and their country right.

I will start by posting some facts about Haiti, and you shall learn about this country right along with me as I do.

I have always known a certain saying, and have always felt it applies to me, in that I have been quite blessed in life. The way I remembered it is:

"To whom much is given, much is expected".

-Michelle, to whom much has been given - and who is staring into the near future, hoping to be more than adequate to the job ahead.

The History of the Scottish flag - The saltire

From http://www.scotlandsource.com/ -

It has been believed by generations of Scotsmen that the national flag, the white saltire on a blue background, the oldest flag in Europe, originated in a battle fought here in Athelstaneford (and I am going there, wahoo!!) in the Dark Ages between the Picts and Scots on the one side and the Angles of Northumbria on the other. (around 832 AD).

There are many versions of the story but they generally agree that an army of the Picts under their King Angus (or Hungus) aided by a contingent of the Scots was invading Lothian (then and for long afterwards Northumbrian territory), and found themselves surrounded by a massive force of the Angles under their leader Athelstan. King Angus and his host prayed earnestly for deliverance to God and the saints.

That night St. Andrew (the Patron Saint of Scotland) appeared to the king and promised him victory.

On the next day when battle was joined, the vision of a white saltire (the diagonal cross on which the Apostle had been martyred) was seen by all against the blue sky. This so encouraged the Picts and Scots and frightened their adversaries that the former won a signal victory.

In the pursuit, so the tradition goes on, the Northumhbrian leader Athelstan was slain at the crossing of the Peffer or Cogtail Burn, the site of which is marked by Athelstaneford Mains Farm, about half a mile south-east of the village.

The probable site of the battle is at nearby Prora Farm,where there is a field called "The Bloody Field, close by the Peffer Burn, (this burn runs into Aberlady Bay, to the west, whereas the first mentioned Peffer Burn runs east to the sea).

The Saltire is also known as the Saint Andrew' s Cross.

Robbie Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, Robden of Solway Firth, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these pieces, his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.
He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement and after his death became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism. A cultural icon in Scotland and among the Scottish Diaspora around the world, celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature. In 2009 he was voted by the Scottish public as being the Greatest Scot.

Life's a Journey, Aye!

In the words of Ewan MacGregor, "The Long Way Down"

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