that have somehow fallen asleep…frozen into place.
One day the mountains will come alive.
I tiptoe past their sleeping…just in case.
“Well..?” asks God unsure of Himself.
“Whatdoya think is it a goer?”
I emmm and hawww “Yeah…it’s…something else!”
He beams from ear to ear “But - might need a tweak?”
“So what is it going to be called?” I obsequiously enquire
knowing he has invented me just to agree with Him.
The Big Guy smirks: “I’m thinking of calling it
THE BRAVE or perhaps
SCOTLAND!”
Think I thought that Scotland would be just a continuation of England with a different accent! How wrong was I? It was overwhelmingly awesome and so uniquely itself. Oh and its people! I fell in love with all its magnificent beauty. And oh its mountains and the sense of space...like being at the dawn of creation. Just then Gabor Szabo’s“Half The Day Is Night”came on the car radio and so it was that it returned me to the original maker putting it all together. God of course as it happened was listening on His headphones to the same track because...well...He could! He also as it happened had a need to invent me to give Him the nod as to whether it was all working out. And so it was that Love set the heart a-dreaming.