I don’t really know if you
believe in signs, but I do. I believe that we all have loved ones that have
passed on that surround us with their love and want us to live happy, healthy,
wonderful lives and I believe
that these signs should be looked upon as the
most treasured of gifts.
And so; it was a misty double rainbow that appeared over the lush
green pastures and hills of Dingle that I received as a gift from my great-grandmother (times 3) as my feet touched the sandy shores and ragged cliffs of
Ireland for the very first time. And was it, as some people would have it, mere
coincidence that I met on a solitary mountaintop deep in the heart of the
Argyll Forest, the Duke and Duchess of Argyll, the head of Clan Campbell and the
apex of my journey two years ago to that vast and beautiful country?
Was it
just coincidence that I found my grandfather’s name “Neil Campbell” carved into
a monument in the center of the small town of Inveraray the home and seat of my
family’s clan? Or was it by chance that I came across a road sign bearing my
grandfather’s adopted name along a gravel trail that lies along Loch Fyne? Could it have been just dumb luck
that a Scottish bagpiper, much to my surprise and delight, came piping down a small boreen in the middle of the
forest where I sat upon a hill amongst the purple heather?
All coincidence one
could say, but not me. I believe that they were signs. That they were an
affirmation of the pleasure my grandfather and those who came before him felt at my sojourn back to my roots.
And thus it was on top of a bridge in St
Augustine, overlooking the Tolomato River, where I once again received a sign. One that would give me the courage that I needed to move forward with a dream.
And thus the story goes as follows: Since my return from Ireland I
told myself that I would settle down in St Augustine. You know, get a job, go
back to school, put away my foolish yearnings to return to Ireland and just live
a normal life. And although I have done that I still found my mind wandering
time and time again back to my wild ideas of crossing Ireland and Scotland on
foot.
On this particular day, I was taking a walk through
town, out along the salt marshes, and up and over the Vilano Beach Bridge. And,
as I often did, I found myself thinking very deeply as I walked about the
possibilities of making a journey across Scotland. Across the lands of my
ancestors, through the Argyll Forest, along the craggy shores of Loch Lomond, and deep into the history of my family. As I chugged along that day, making
my way up the steep bridge, head down into the wind, not paying attention to
anything except my feet, my mind telling myself to forget those foolish dreams
but thinking of hiking through the hills of Scotland none the less, I looked up
and there, just a few feet in front of me, was a man that so closely resembled
my grandfather that it stopped me dead in my tracks.
As I stood there mouth agape, the gentleman pulled alongside me, looked straight into my
eyes, held them briefly in his steely gaze, and then, as if in grand approval, gave
me a wink and a nod. And it was there in the wake of his passage that I could
have sworn I heard the words ‘follow your heart’ swirling somewhere on the salty
breeze. It seemed as if time itself had stopped and I stood…motionless. Then, as
if breaking myself free from the chains of indecision, I turned to watch as he
disappeared over the horizon and out of sight.
I'm not sure how long I stood there in quiet contemplation of what I had just experienced but eventually, I turned and walked
in silence down the other side of the bridge; peering occasionally back over my
shoulder and finally making my way down onto the shell rock beach, out along
the water, and onto the boulders that jutted out into the jetty. I seated
myself upon the rocks and looked out across the sea towards Scotland
and beyond. It was there that I came to the realization that once again I had
received a gift beyond measure. One that would solidify my desire to return to
Scotland and Ireland and one that made me realize that I could do it, that I
would do it, and that living a dream is a grand and wonderful thing and not
foolish…at all.
The Clan Campbell Castle In Inveraray, Scotland
so many gifts
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