I need to just say that i'll update this blog whenever i'll update it instead of saying 'stay tuned' and then making you wait 6 months before I write something else.....whoops.
I can't remember what all I wrote in the last post --it looks like it was from April. Okay...
I did a lot of wedding planning in April + my kickass bachelorette party made by dear friend Eliza Kitty. We had a small little Reylo (Rey x Kylo Ren) photoshoot that day for gits and shiggles. Also in early May I participated in the May the Fourth (Be with you) Carnegie wedding at Powell Gardens as Rey from The Force Awakens. Since I was planning my own wedding I couldn't help them with the ordination but, I gave a small blessing. These two went all out, even the news was there, check it out:
May the Fourth Wedding
Too bad they don't have the video clip up anymore of the wedding.
The day after the wedding I had to finish packing as I was getting ready to go with my fiancé overseas to ...elope!
Craigmillar Castle, Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
Scotland was A-MA-ZING!
It was my idea to go.
You know how you just feel drawn to go somewhere, do something or talk to someone. It grips you and constantly taps your brain saying 'hey, do this.'
It bothered me so much I went to see an Akashic Records psychic. For people who know me or have read up on this blog I am a spiritual person and when things go beyond understanding I will approach spirituality and meditation for an answer. I didn't actually look for a psychic, it was in the back of my mind to talk to one but, I didn't seek one out. He just came to be. My friend, Eliza Kitty and I are sisters on a spiritual path and we occasionally stock up on supplies when metaphysical fairs are in town. That's where I had come across him and after much tossing back and forth about whether or not to do it, I left. I was too scared, even with Eliza Kitty's reassurance. I slept on it and the next day I returned to the fair, still apprehensive but, dove in head first. I won't share everything he said but, he did mention I would find something important there. I took his vague advice along with the other not-so-vague [cold] reading with me. I hate warm and hot readings.
We hopped on a plane and traveled as far north as I had ever been, Newark and then on another plane to travel to even farther north, past Newfoundland and Greenland and finally dropping down into Edinburgh Airport.Talk about strange. Farthest either of us had been from home and everything was different. The food, which is great by the way, the traffic, which I could without, the historic buildings, which were probably my favorite of all and the language, stars...I could barely understand them but, I loved to hear the bouncy banter. I made sure to take Eliza Kitty's advice about not looking for what the psychic had told me and to just concentrate on the wedding and having fun. I ended up doing that, visiting castles, eating local foods, soaking up ancient history through tours and touching everything I came in contact with. I thought my eyes would burst trying to take it all in. I mean my first look at Edinburgh was the castle and I felt puny at the sight of it. It was overpowering and yet, everyone walking around didn't bat an eye. THERE'S A F****ING CASTLE IN THE SKY, LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT IT! LOOK. AT. IT! Gees Louise you Scots, that's amazing!
I got to see Prince Charles of Wales exiting the Parliament building, that's exciting. Not every day you see a monarch, a person of ancient royal bloodline in person. I took a short video of him but, it's pathetic...you can't see him in it. I saw him but, it's like trying to take a photo of the moon. You see it in detail and all it's splendor and then you take a photo with your phone and it's a speck.
We had tons of mini adventures on top of the main event of the wedding, which was perfectly perfect. I hate the drama with weddings and I've seen so many of my girlfriends completely ragged and unhappy after the wedding because they were too busy with trying to appease everyone. No. Thank. You.
2 Things I did find that I will never know if this was what the psychic meant or not.
The national animal of Scotland is the unicorn, right? I saw maybe 3 or 4 unicorns (not counting merchandise, like bonafide art or statues or something historic)...
you know what I saw?
To quote the text I had sent to Eliza Kitty...
STAGS, F****ing Stags everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Stag is my spiritual animal and guide and I had no idea that Scotland was chock full of Stag symbols, merchandise, art, sculptures, monuments, paintings, toys, fabric, etc. I never seen so many Stags in my life. The only time I can get a Stag sculpture in the states is around Christmas and that's only because it's the "new in thing for decorating." Oh and by the way, other weird coincidences, my new last name's family crest....Stag...boom!
The other thing discovered was when I was drawn to climb Arthur's Seat. An extinct volcano/mountain that towers over Edinburgh, it's next to Holyrood Palace where the British Queen comes to stay once a year to do various duties and ceremonies for the Scottish people. Why? As neat as that sounds, it's also dark thinking that the English still have so much control over Scotland. It's the 21st century... I love you England but, Scottish Independence, yo. FREEEEEDDDOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!
As an American who lives in a country that doesn't have to answer to monarchs like that, it was totally strange and like I said, a bit dark.
*goes to read up on revolutionary war history later*
Anyways, the mountain... That's a tough climb! You could see who lived there and who didn't. The locals bounced about the rocks like it was no big deal, even elderly men climbed the rocks with ease. An Asian Family and other tourists like us around had to make frequent breather stops, I knew it would be hard but it was so worth it in the end. The view is amazing and makes things like the giant castle in the sky that is Edinburgh Castle look like a doll playset. I don't know if I have vertigo, I've done things like skydive and flown and had been perfectly fine but, I was frightened of the wind on the top of the mountain. Scotland can be very windy and cool. We were lucky enough to come on a warm week, as per the taxi driver, it had snowed the week before. After some pictures, a kiss and had taken up as much view as we felt comfortable (with the sun setting so quickly) we made our way down.
Halfway down I had an epiphany.
I was living the life, just being there that I only imagined important or affluent or talented or divinely gifted people were living. Thinking anyone but, me. I'm not that good. I had an out-of-body moment. I was torn. Only dreaming of the life and adventures I wanted to have to suddenly be in that moment, doing them. I didn't feel like myself. I had climbed a mountain and I came down as someone different. I made a promise to myself to live out the life I wanted, no more of this floundering about, being swept up in the current of life with no direction, it's not living. Not really. I want to feel like this person that was sitting there on that mountain, living the life that they before only dreamed of.
I love traveling. It pushes you outside of your comfort zone and makes you look into yourself.
I've been back in the states for almost a month now and I can think only of Scotland. I've watched movies with Scottish landscapes, longed for it's people, scrounged about looking for Scottish type breakfast (like I had there) -particularly the combination of hollaindaise and fresh salmon. I forgot to mention I tried haggis over there! It wasn't too bad. I also had scotch, we bought a bottle with a STAG on it. I've never been to the Highland Games but, I hear they are happening in town this weekend and I am going to go. I've begged my husband about us becoming expatriates. He's very open to the suggestion but, wants to plan for it right.
I want to write more but, i'll have to continue this in a part II post. Thanks for stopping in to read.
A twenty-something, fabric hoarding, geek loving, freelance artist who is young at heart and has a sense of adventure.