Silly Scots – fierce, full of pride – hell yeah, be free, be independent!
My Mom was a Scot – she filled with me with all of that passion for “our” homeland and heritage, and all of that. Without a doubt, she would react for independence – at least initially – such an emotional and glorious feeling.
A friend recently recommended reading Margaret Mitchell’s famous “Gone with the Wind.” Of course I seen the movie many times – always avoided the book because I didn’t want to wade through over a thousand pages of what I had seen on the screen.
Turns out to be a wonderful recommendation – almost finished now – such a marvelously well written work – rich with so much insight into not only that period in American history, but deep understanding of human frailties when it comes to the our great sphere of happenings.
That same fierce pride that is in play among the Scots right, was very much there in our South in the 1860’s – and at fundamental level, all around us in our realm today.
So easy to get caught up in the extremist slogans and nano messages of causes and heritage and simplistic rhetoric – many seemingly wise folk believe that we must face the brink of disaster before enough wake up to the peril and reject the stampede lead by those who prey on such emotion.
Hopefully that inner el voice will not only stir in enough of our beloved heartfolk – whether in Britain or all around us in the face of the countless other brinks at which we are poised – not only stir, but rally to action – to bringing the skilled warriors of elevated work out in to play to avert the disasters.
I knew my mother very well – most likely, after a good, satisfying rant on behalf of beloved Scotland, that inner voice would indeed speak to her. She would listen and she surely had the courage to change course and viewpoint in order to take the better paths…..