Through the Glass

The traditional dress from Tibet stood proudly on display through the glass. One of many cultures that filled the exhibition of the world cultures section of the National Museum of Scotland. I walked over to the map and ¬†pondered all the native cultures the museum sought to capture. The map pointed out Thailand and had…

Under The Streets of Edinburgh

The morning was calm as we all greeted the morning on our own terms. Sarah, Rachel, Elizabeth, and I enjoyed a lovely brunch on Grassmarket before strolling across the Royal Mile. While walking down the main road, we stopped to watch a boisterous street performer. He captured the audiences attention with his sense of humor…

We Claim Freedom

With winded lungs and sore legs, we raced to the top of the William Wallace Memorial. I spread my arms out to embrace the view. Such beauty in Scotland. The landscape stretched for miles as the wind whipped across the sky. Buildings covered the central part of the city. Thousands of people live within the…

The Fellowship of Iona

My hand clenched the rock as I scaled the side of the hill. My wrist pulsing with pain, and the sinking bog just below me. I looked to my right to see the reassurance of my adventuremates, and leaped towards solid ground beyond the sinking earth. Adrenaline was elevated as we trekked through the elements…

Those Who Suffer Silently

Oban disappeared from my view as the ferry steered towards the Island of Mull. The village that captured my heart now shifted only into memory. Moving locations so quickly on this trip forces me to be unattached to locations, but I find I have learned something from each one of them. Some fact or understanding…

The Bay of Oban

The air was crisp as we took our first morning steps. Rachel and I let our feet move to a soft jog as we followed the boardwalk along the edge of Oban’s bay. The water swayed with the wind as the clouds moved swiftly above. The mountains stretched out their arms to hug the bay…

Where Giants Roam

The land where giants roam, the ocean roars, and the mountain sings. The land where legends and myths intertwine as time passes. The land shifts with the chorus of the waves as the rocks form cylinder steps. I stepped along the stones that have shifted with centuries. It seemed like a game to step across…

Love Speaks Above All

The sky was a dark grey as the wheels turned towards the town of Belfast. The turmoil seemingly settled, but the town is still hurting. With graffiti lining the walls and many homes abandoned. Tumbleweeds of trash scurry in swirls of wind. The streets once filled with violence as people sought to make their wants…

To See and Be

I raced to the top of the ancient passage tomb and let the hillside of Ireland overwhelm my sight. Such beauty of history and ritual within this country. The ancient passage tombs of Knowth are a place considered to be mystical or spiritual. With ancient patterns of spirals carved into the rocks and quarts designating…

Beauty of Legacy 

I stepped through the doors to see the walls lined with books as the light delicately danced through the windows. The ceiling rose high as the rows of books greeted it with tall ladders leaning against them. Past figure heads of knowledgeable men seemed to guard each section of books as people shuffled by gazing…

The Look in Their Eyes

I stood for a moment among the statues. Their eyes a blank stare of starvation and hopelessness. The father carrying his child as they stumble to the ship in hopes of a better life across the sea. The more I stared at the famine statues, the more they seemed real. For an eery moment, I…

History in the Stone

The wind whipped around as I gazed out at the abandoned stone houses. I let my imagination fill in the missing pieces of stone and thatched roofs to reveal the once living village. I could not help the feeling that life was hard here. The wind and rain race around almost to the point of…