Sometimes, one is moved by an instant… An infusion of spirit that stills the heart and soul.
And so it was with me, as I climbed up to Arthur’s Seat on a beautiful sunny day, leaving the magnificent Edinburgh panorama way below.
I felt the ghosts of a nation calling out to me and I wanted to write this poem for them, so that they may rest easy.
Can it be that this flower of Scotland,
will grow again?
And her collective souls, that in battle fell,
On Culloden’s bloody field,
at last may sleep?
Humbled am I on Arthur’s Seat,
surveying history in the making.
Scotland’s Camino is just beginning…