Earlier today it was ‘Postman Pat’ that was playing and now it’s ‘I believe I can fly’, the latter tune prompted by the title emboldened in an entry produced by some internet research. What transpired in the meanderings ? The cause of the research was a lesson in the different versions of Ave Maria and consequently a, previously untaken, sojourn into ‘The Lady of the Lake’ by Sir Walter Scott, and into his life was what happened. Whatever else Scott did or was, he was prolific as can be and was constructive in the resurrection of kilt wearing before and at the turn of the century into the 1800s and on to the present day. A man in a kilt is a beauty to behold.
It has been a wonderful long weekend and when it comes to believing I can fly – and I re-live and maintain the elation and joy of being with cherished and valued family and friends and colleagues, of gratitude for good food and wine, of playing a part and being human, of a beautiful sunset and the love of a good man – I believe, I believe, I believe.
“How does one become a butterfly?” she asked. “You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”
