Stepping Back

Edinburgh Castle

by JR Hager II
by JR Hager II

S C O T L A N D .........Ahhhhh

No pictures I took there, or any camera I own, will ever store as much as my heart has.

Though it was only for nine days, and it’s been a whole five years since I stepped foot on Scotland; I still get that feeling. Something will trigger it. I even have a hard time wearing those shoes and pants; because when I do, they too will remind me, and this image, along with that eminent day; will again come forth.

As I write this, I have to stop periodically to get a hold of myself. It’s a feeling somewhat like a chill running down my spine on the verge of goose-bumps. It would eventually lead to tears, if I didn’t quickly divert my attention elsewhere. And if I don’t close my eyes; that mistake would only send me back, and enhance the poignant sensation more, and I would surly break down. I miss you, Scotland

This reaction came over me when my feet actually stepped on those old cobblestones at Edinburgh Castle - and it hasn’t gone away or lost any of it’s strength. It’s a tactile sense of being totally and irreversibly humbled. I was immersed in an awe of wonder, reverence, veneration, solemnity, adoration and astonishment; that took hold of me step after step.

Not only was I taken-back by the history underfoot, I felt somewhat ashamed that I was walking on these stones at all; that I was told by my guide were placed there in the 1300’s. Out of respect I veered off to the side of the primeval path and walked beside the stone relics, instead of on them. Who did I think I was, anyway? How dare I! To me; I don’t think I, or the other tourists, should have been aloud to stroll there. These stones should have been under glass and guarded like the Queens Jewels; I was privileged to gaze upon a few moments later, on that splendid day.

Scot's Back

by JR Hager II
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Loc Ness

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Then, after completing the ‘Royal Mile' ....

....treading on yet more ancient stones. Stones that Kings and Queens may have sauntered over as well. Or they were cobblestones, I fantasized, that may have been next to or close to the stones that felt the full weight of their promenade. Possibly, those stones I meekly ambled on, could of felt the splash of their royal blood at one time – I was overcome by the sensation. A thrill that would parallel what Astronauts acquire when they step on another planet. Most, if not all of Scotland should be guarded and under thick, locked glass.

Not the miles between us or the mass of the Atlantic Ocean or anyplace I’ve been since; has tempered this for me. My one small steps on these cobblestones of Scotland, was a giant leap of discovery for me. I’ll never be the same. And I look forward to trekking on this land again; because I barely touched the surface. Thank you dear Scotland.

(Few photographers would admit this)

Funny, I was trying to step on as few stones as possible, when I mistakenly took a picture of my feet as they were stepping back.

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KCC Big Country 7 years ago from Central Texas

I can so relate to this. I felt the exact same way when I visited England, Wales & Scotland in 2006. It was such a magical time for me. To be able to walk amongst buildings and stone circles and so much history! We just don't have that here, at least where I have lived all of my life (in Texas). It's humbling, invigorating, and so addictive. I can't wait to go back!


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johnwindbell 7 years ago from - the land of beards and buggies Author

It still chokes me up.

Glad to hear from you again.


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oscillationatend 6 years ago from a recovering narcissist.

Hope you get back to where you're called to, John!

I remember sensations such as these, but on the battlefield of gettysburg..many years ago, I witnessed a spectacle that leaves one wondering if it was a re-enactment played by physical people, or spectres...


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johnwindbell 6 years ago from - the land of beards and buggies Author

get back....get back....get back to where you might stay long - er. Thanks for the encouragement (blessed spell checker) Mind if I call ya oscilla? I live close to G-berg. Way too many ghost there! Something should be done about it.


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oscillationatend 6 years ago from a recovering narcissist.

I'll call the Ghostbusters..or Jennifer Love Hewitt, and get right on the Gettysburg ghastly ghoulish and ghostly problems. ;)

oscilla..sure. Only if I get to wear a rubber suit and tirade around a large mock up of tokyo. ;)


Cynthia 5 years ago

What a beautifully written piece. I have been dreaming of going to Scotland for years and this makes it all the more real for me. Thank you for marching the Celts over the seas and sending bagpipe shivers down my spine.


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johnwindbell 5 years ago from - the land of beards and buggies Author

Thank you Cynthia. I've been dreaming of going back. You have a way with words yourself. Join us on 'hubsters'...but be sure you join from my profile page. Hope you had fun in Atlantic City..........and won!

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