Oh, I was so confident. I was warned; It’s a big graveyard. I said I’d use my psychic skills. Ha, after an hour and half of carefully looking at every headstone except my dad’s, I found it!
UNTIL THE DAY BREAK — is how long it seemed I’d have to look up, down and all around, over and over again, but there he was, right on the left, just a short stroll from the entrance! So simple. 
Above, right: Me, at 6 months old, visiting Scotland, wrapped in Graham tartan scarf!
Welcome to this step, this precious first step into what can only be met with awe. Stepping into The Mystery with no plan, only willingness, faith & love. Seems like a perfect toolkit to guide & carry me, and then there are my 5 bits of luggage, full of endless art supplies, and my guitar, Valentine. Oh, yes, we are Home.
When I boarded the plane from London Heathrow, I had missed two flights, in LAX & JFK, and nearly a third. I had run in 4″ comfortable heels with these 3 carry-on bags, my sheepskin and my guitar up and down escalators and across JFK, to the very end, Gate 3.
I had slept a total of 4 hours in 3 days, and found myself, irrepressibly grateful, wandering my mind during the long flights; 5 + 5 + 7 + 1 = 18 hours of long flights across the world, smiling at all the sweet friends’ faces who linger there, reminding me it took the whole village to get me here, to make me clear, to lift my wings for this flight, finding myself steadily eager to feel Scotland again.
May 28, 2016 My first lunch out in Edinburgh with Nikki, my cousin, with newest baby cousin, Harris:
Sylvesters is a comfortable Bistro with delicious course after delicious course, served in artistic ways, so it was hard to have to disturb the beauty on the plate to eat it. It was worth it, every time: Delicious Rainbow trout fresh from a Scottish river, Smoked Salmon; wild not farmed, and a variety of colorful vegetables, broiled to perfection, which I love!
My wee cousin, Alexandra AKA “Lexy” & Chef Duncan of Sylvesters
Chef Kieran Sylvester bringing the family together around his artistry.
May 7, 2016, 6pm
Today was a long day. The rain washed everything clean, and flooded anything it could.
People also poured in, with warm congratulations on my moving to Scotland, offering connections to beautiful Souls they know there, like integrative healers, & organic integrative farmers, and buying up my treasures to make the flying, and settling, smooth and easy.
I am grateful there are such dear people that come to Moving Sales, & for the diversity of new and old friends, sitting in the 3 chairs I have left, pawing at my lifelong collection of Topanga Art tiles, muffin tins, cushions, baby carriers, jewelry, green & red farm animal plates & Permaculture books, & sharing a bit of Magic, which I must admit has become the norm lately.
Thank you for the rain that washes everything clean.
Tomorrow is a new SALE day and I pray for sun to dry everything out well. I remember the day, April 18th, 2016 at 9:47am, when I sat in my car, waiting for the Makawao library to open, just crying my eyes out wondering how I could ever sell everything I own and JUST GO TO SCOTLAND>>> I knew it was time. I was so tired of dreaming, and saving and wishing I could.
Now, it is done, & I am consistently happy and surprised by the ease, Grace and gentleness of this entire process. Faith is a funny thing. It is like an open door to my life to let love rule, and the rewards are endless.
