|Constance and Jalon, Balent|
Hands were raised, persuasive arguments expressed, and yours truly became the co-host of the procession alongside the hysterical Jalon Mathews. As Friday night approached, Jalon and I gleaned what we could from Eddie as to what exactly was required of us: kilts, or bag pipes, or log tossing? Luckily, none of the latter was requested, just an ability to make people laugh between the mind-boggling talent of the individuals in the room and to figure out how to arrange the running order so as to make it flow seamlessly. Friday night came, and I was quite nervous. Why you might ask? Putting on a traditional Scottish event without really knowing what it was, how to pronounce-much less spell-the event title, and doing it all as Americans without a concept of what highland spirit and tradition truly encompassed is not the most calming of thoughts. But, we were going to at least take a swing at it. And swing we did.
|Company member Caleb Wright performs at the Ceilidh|
In return the incredibly generous and warm village of that twinned Glen shared their stories, music, traditions, and very own hearts with our humbled, young company. (That includes you Cathy!)
|Glenelg Locals join in our ceilidh|
We were made to feel like insiders on an intimate secret, trusted with a rare glimpse into the ravishing beauty known as the Highlands of Scotland and the natives who guard its sacred history. There, one is made to believe in magic, in wishing on shooting stars, and the joy of catching faeries in the moonlight.
Wander on my friends, for there is much beauty to be explored and flabbergasted at in this world.
With God's big grace I am yours truly,
-Constance "Consty" Egli