"He hath showed thee, O man, what is good, and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?" ~~ Micah 6:8
STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
Tis happened agin. Ha'e happened afore an' not ta be surprised o' it, I kin. In me wanderin's I dinna kin where I end up, the where or the why o' it. But I keep th' faith in God that the good Lord ta bring me ta whot He needs me ta do next fer him.
An' so when I come upon the cearcaill na creag an' I had the notion ta be walkin' straight through 'em, and not around, must be whot God intended me ta be thinkin' and doin'. Ev'n tho I kin the stories o' the circle o' stones, they be told ta every lad and lassie at the knee o' their ma in me lands ev'n ta this day. Wit' the warnin' ne'r ta walk through...always go around.
I kin whot I be doin'. Verra weel. Ev'n iffn it seems ta th' contrary to folk. I accepted th' way o' it. Now ta be acceptin' the why o' it. All in good time, ye kin, He be showin' His reasons ta me. Whot I am here ta be doin'. Tis whot I believe.
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Sure it tis I coulda stayed within the woods an' made a life fer meself, I kin weel enuf how ta do it. How ta hunt, how ta fish, how ta stay within the trees an' not be detected. But tis not the way God intends, ye kin" Even wit' what I done. even wit' what anyone done. No matter. So. Tis the time ta mingle.
Walkin' the land give a man a powerful thirst. Walkin' this land give this man some powerful questions. The thing is....ta find a tavern...two birds wit' one stone, ye kin" Satisfy the thirst. Learn a bit o' the land on the sly. An' the lads an' lassies. Sech a place be this one named the Red Dragon Inn.
I ha'e ventured inta the Inn afore. Met a few o' the folks. Had a walk wit' a creature inta th' forest, she be a wonder whot I ne'r seen afore. I kin ta been more than a few places, seen more than a few things, but I dinna kin ta see anythin' th' likes o' her! I ha'e not had a chance ta find her agin, more's th' pity. I shoulda kin ta know more o' her an' her ways. Her name was Rowan.
This night, I kin ta meet a lass whot named Anya McClearie. Aye, she be an Irish lass, but I kin not ta hold that agin her overly much. Besides which, she be a rare fine baker! Sech sweets she made, ne'r ha'e I tasted the likes. I be thinkin', how ta git her ta give me a steady diet o' sech" I got a plan, ye kin! She must ha'e a family ta feed, lass like that. Iffn I offer ta supply her meat fer her obligations, she jest might offer ta supply me her chocolates, her pies, her sweets! Och, it went so much better than I kin. We struck a deal. She ha'e proprietership o' a place called Boar's Nest, be a tavern and a inn near the waterfront, they say here near the docks. She ta give me a room complete wit' bathin' priviledges an' meals each day. An' desserts! All I ha'e ta do is hunt fer her.....two deer, four rabbit, one trout a week an' a boar every other. Piece o' cake!!
Afore th' night did end I met several others. A lass named Katt, she be wearin' a hat the likes o' which I ne'r seen, but whot I took a fancy to, ta be sure! A lass o' quiet ways ta her but gifted wit' a needle an' thread which be why me eye be upon her fer the most part. Tis a thing I ha' no skill wit' an' which I readily admit. She be goin' my way, or more rightly, I be goin' hers, which I dinna kin, but she consented ta show me the way ta th Boar's Nest in dockside where I was ta take me rest. She showed me the marketplace where I once agin felt that strange hand o' the Lord upon me shoulder....so many folks....so many stories o' life. I did gaze about ta wonder whot He ha'e brought me here ta do. But I kin He will be showin' me His ways in His own good time. Twas here I learned the lass's name. Sjira. She said I kin it weel, but I dinna think so. Tis a name I ne'r heard or said afore. We walked on ta come upon th' waterfront an' th' docks. This be another place I felt th' Lord, teamin' with sailors an' ships an' those shopkeeps whot made their livin' off'n sech. Sjira lived ev'n further on an' she made as how ta go on alone, but I dinna kin ta like that at tall. I seen her ta her wee bonny home an' glad I am ta ha'e done it. Fer her safety, och, that be sure, but also ta see her house. Twas like lookin' at the houses o' me homelands an' as I stood there a great wave o' th' feelin' o' home did come ta wash o're me. I shook it off wit' success. I dinna kin Sjira to see it. But it be there, jest the same. Funny thing though. When I made ready ta go back ta the Boar's Nest an' take my leave o' her, Sjira asked me why I dinna kin back ta Scotland, fer dinna I be fond o' my homeland" Twas a time I felt I dinna kin ta speak, yet I managed somehow. Aye, I kin ta go back to bonny Scotland some day. Tis not fer me to say th' way o' that, though. Tis in God's hands.
Farewells said an' back ta waterfront I walked, but I ha'e a sorrowful need ta reminese in th' old ways then. So as I went, I brought forth th' a' ph"ob mh"r ta' play a song ta' keep me company. Twas late an' hopin' I was that I dinna disturb a body about, fer the pipes be loud an' tend ta carry their sound through the air a good distance, but no one came to confront me wit' it. Tis nothin' quite like the sound of the pipes fer easin' the ache o' homesickness fer the bonny lands, ye kin"*
It gave me a peace I dinna kin ta find any other way.
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The song Connor played: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghyOye3MFQY&feature=related
STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
Tis happened agin. Ha'e happened afore an' not ta be surprised o' it, I kin. In me wanderin's I dinna kin where I end up, the where or the why o' it. But I keep th' faith in God that the good Lord ta bring me ta whot He needs me ta do next fer him.
An' so when I come upon the cearcaill na creag an' I had the notion ta be walkin' straight through 'em, and not around, must be whot God intended me ta be thinkin' and doin'. Ev'n tho I kin the stories o' the circle o' stones, they be told ta every lad and lassie at the knee o' their ma in me lands ev'n ta this day. Wit' the warnin' ne'r ta walk through...always go around.
I kin whot I be doin'. Verra weel. Ev'n iffn it seems ta th' contrary to folk. I accepted th' way o' it. Now ta be acceptin' the why o' it. All in good time, ye kin, He be showin' His reasons ta me. Whot I am here ta be doin'. Tis whot I believe.
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Sure it tis I coulda stayed within the woods an' made a life fer meself, I kin weel enuf how ta do it. How ta hunt, how ta fish, how ta stay within the trees an' not be detected. But tis not the way God intends, ye kin" Even wit' what I done. even wit' what anyone done. No matter. So. Tis the time ta mingle.
Walkin' the land give a man a powerful thirst. Walkin' this land give this man some powerful questions. The thing is....ta find a tavern...two birds wit' one stone, ye kin" Satisfy the thirst. Learn a bit o' the land on the sly. An' the lads an' lassies. Sech a place be this one named the Red Dragon Inn.
I ha'e ventured inta the Inn afore. Met a few o' the folks. Had a walk wit' a creature inta th' forest, she be a wonder whot I ne'r seen afore. I kin ta been more than a few places, seen more than a few things, but I dinna kin ta see anythin' th' likes o' her! I ha'e not had a chance ta find her agin, more's th' pity. I shoulda kin ta know more o' her an' her ways. Her name was Rowan.
This night, I kin ta meet a lass whot named Anya McClearie. Aye, she be an Irish lass, but I kin not ta hold that agin her overly much. Besides which, she be a rare fine baker! Sech sweets she made, ne'r ha'e I tasted the likes. I be thinkin', how ta git her ta give me a steady diet o' sech" I got a plan, ye kin! She must ha'e a family ta feed, lass like that. Iffn I offer ta supply her meat fer her obligations, she jest might offer ta supply me her chocolates, her pies, her sweets! Och, it went so much better than I kin. We struck a deal. She ha'e proprietership o' a place called Boar's Nest, be a tavern and a inn near the waterfront, they say here near the docks. She ta give me a room complete wit' bathin' priviledges an' meals each day. An' desserts! All I ha'e ta do is hunt fer her.....two deer, four rabbit, one trout a week an' a boar every other. Piece o' cake!!
Afore th' night did end I met several others. A lass named Katt, she be wearin' a hat the likes o' which I ne'r seen, but whot I took a fancy to, ta be sure! A lass o' quiet ways ta her but gifted wit' a needle an' thread which be why me eye be upon her fer the most part. Tis a thing I ha' no skill wit' an' which I readily admit. She be goin' my way, or more rightly, I be goin' hers, which I dinna kin, but she consented ta show me the way ta th Boar's Nest in dockside where I was ta take me rest. She showed me the marketplace where I once agin felt that strange hand o' the Lord upon me shoulder....so many folks....so many stories o' life. I did gaze about ta wonder whot He ha'e brought me here ta do. But I kin He will be showin' me His ways in His own good time. Twas here I learned the lass's name. Sjira. She said I kin it weel, but I dinna think so. Tis a name I ne'r heard or said afore. We walked on ta come upon th' waterfront an' th' docks. This be another place I felt th' Lord, teamin' with sailors an' ships an' those shopkeeps whot made their livin' off'n sech. Sjira lived ev'n further on an' she made as how ta go on alone, but I dinna kin ta like that at tall. I seen her ta her wee bonny home an' glad I am ta ha'e done it. Fer her safety, och, that be sure, but also ta see her house. Twas like lookin' at the houses o' me homelands an' as I stood there a great wave o' th' feelin' o' home did come ta wash o're me. I shook it off wit' success. I dinna kin Sjira to see it. But it be there, jest the same. Funny thing though. When I made ready ta go back ta the Boar's Nest an' take my leave o' her, Sjira asked me why I dinna kin back ta Scotland, fer dinna I be fond o' my homeland" Twas a time I felt I dinna kin ta speak, yet I managed somehow. Aye, I kin ta go back to bonny Scotland some day. Tis not fer me to say th' way o' that, though. Tis in God's hands.
Farewells said an' back ta waterfront I walked, but I ha'e a sorrowful need ta reminese in th' old ways then. So as I went, I brought forth th' a' ph"ob mh"r ta' play a song ta' keep me company. Twas late an' hopin' I was that I dinna disturb a body about, fer the pipes be loud an' tend ta carry their sound through the air a good distance, but no one came to confront me wit' it. Tis nothin' quite like the sound of the pipes fer easin' the ache o' homesickness fer the bonny lands, ye kin"*
It gave me a peace I dinna kin ta find any other way.
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The song Connor played: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghyOye3MFQY&feature=related