I don't know why, It feels like it goes deep down to the core of my soul, something so ancient, so strong that it always transports me to a higher plane of thought, and then goosebumps and tears. Bagpipes. Is there a more beautiful and powerful instrument in the world? No, I think not.
Walking around in the hot sun hearing Scotland the Brave/ Praise to the Man screaming into your ears buy a heard of kilt wearing bagpipers is probably one of the most amazingly powerful things in the world to me, and it always will be. I am quite certain that the halls of the mansions of the Celestial Kingdom will be filled with such sounds and such people. Why else would God use a Scottish song and such a crazy instrument for a hymn of the restoration? Its a sign folks, its a sign.
Today I woke up super early, and drove about an hour and a half with my Clan- the Whitemarshes, to the Highland Games and Clan Gathering in Enumclaw, WA. For a day, I got to be a part of the Clan Donald (MacDonald) And it was awesome.
These are the things that make me really happy (in any order, not by importance):
1- Men in kilts.
2- Men in kilts playing bagpipes
3- Men in kilts throwing massive polls, weights, etc
4- Swords, leather, flags, and historical items
5- Bagpipe music.
6- Stuff from the British Isles, like food stuff, like seriously, I now like black pudding (thanks to Ireland), and haggis (well, I've liked that for a while now due to an earlier highland games in Utah.)
7- getting in touch with my ancestors.
8- Chilling with my clan all day.
It was a beautiful day. I had a lot of fun. I discovered my once great Scottish accent is lost. It keeps going Irish. Oh well, I'm Irish too, and those ancestors were also freaking awesome, as were the Welsh ones, and the English ones, and the German ones, and the Prussian ones, and the French ones. OK, I just love my family history, and I love going to the Highland Games, and being transported, kind of, back in time for a day, even if I got sunscreen in my eyes, and turned lobster red despite two think applications of the stuff. It was a great day.
I will just end this by saying:
Real men wear kilts. Kilts are sexy, kilts are cool. I've yet to see one that looked bad in a kilt. Please find me a husband that wears kilts, and if anyone can tell me which Clan wears the purple kilts, and if you can find me a good mormon boy to marry from that clan, that would be awesome, because I also love purple.
Walking around in the hot sun hearing Scotland the Brave/ Praise to the Man screaming into your ears buy a heard of kilt wearing bagpipers is probably one of the most amazingly powerful things in the world to me, and it always will be. I am quite certain that the halls of the mansions of the Celestial Kingdom will be filled with such sounds and such people. Why else would God use a Scottish song and such a crazy instrument for a hymn of the restoration? Its a sign folks, its a sign.
Today I woke up super early, and drove about an hour and a half with my Clan- the Whitemarshes, to the Highland Games and Clan Gathering in Enumclaw, WA. For a day, I got to be a part of the Clan Donald (MacDonald) And it was awesome.
These are the things that make me really happy (in any order, not by importance):
1- Men in kilts.
2- Men in kilts playing bagpipes
3- Men in kilts throwing massive polls, weights, etc
4- Swords, leather, flags, and historical items
5- Bagpipe music.
6- Stuff from the British Isles, like food stuff, like seriously, I now like black pudding (thanks to Ireland), and haggis (well, I've liked that for a while now due to an earlier highland games in Utah.)
7- getting in touch with my ancestors.
8- Chilling with my clan all day.
It was a beautiful day. I had a lot of fun. I discovered my once great Scottish accent is lost. It keeps going Irish. Oh well, I'm Irish too, and those ancestors were also freaking awesome, as were the Welsh ones, and the English ones, and the German ones, and the Prussian ones, and the French ones. OK, I just love my family history, and I love going to the Highland Games, and being transported, kind of, back in time for a day, even if I got sunscreen in my eyes, and turned lobster red despite two think applications of the stuff. It was a great day.
I will just end this by saying:
Real men wear kilts. Kilts are sexy, kilts are cool. I've yet to see one that looked bad in a kilt. Please find me a husband that wears kilts, and if anyone can tell me which Clan wears the purple kilts, and if you can find me a good mormon boy to marry from that clan, that would be awesome, because I also love purple.
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