…this ol’ Jurassic tries to live by a credo of having only two kinds of day… ‘good’ days and ‘better’ days… and on these intervals when they are merely ‘good’ days, a wee dip into my past life fifty years ago as an apprentice banker in the glorious Isle of Mull in the Scottish Hebrides never fails to render it into a ‘better’ day… only those who’ve lived amongst a community such as those in the Highlands of Scotland will get close to understanding the ties of the heart that bind yeez forever to a place… my early years were formulated in Docklands Govan in Glasgow, also populated with some of the salt of the earth, people who usually had little in the way of tangible things to give, but offered freely of their kindness to others… but a special kinship belongs to the smaller village-style communities such as those that welcomed in a callow youth of barely 15 years… estranged from a big city family (the tale of which can wait for another day), the good people of Tobermory in Mull enveloped me with a warmth of society I’ve never encountered since…
…back in them days, I occasionally plinked away at a guitar and warbled an even more nasal version of ‘Blowing in the Wind’ than Master B. Dylan himself… it didn’t take long to be persuaded to learn some gaelic songs… two wunnerful lady schoolteachers were ‘donated’ to me, one to teach me the gaelic, and one to drill me in the music (in the delivery of gaelic songs the meaning of the words weighs more than even the music itself)… after that I was ‘entered’ in gaelic-singing competitions locally and nationally at what the Scots Gaels refer to as ‘the Mod’ (the Welsh have their equivalent in the annual Eisteddfod)… history will show I was fortunate enuff to garner a pile of prizes… but the greatest reward of all was the lifelong love instilled in me of pure Celtic music… if yeez have any romance at all in yer soul… if the Music of the Gods means anything to yeez, yeez’ll understand what I mean… and if even if yeez don’t understand it… yeez can still enjoy it… here’s Runrig, with ‘An Ubhal as Airde’... (‘the Highest Apple’)… go on… turn yer day into a ‘better’ day… have a listen, and enjoy… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ…
ACH THAT was GRAND Laddie 😀
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…aye, we DO have our moments, that man …slainte 🙂
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Meet New (to me) Authors Blog and commented:
It’s FRIDAY – the week-end for Seumas in Abu Dhabi and getting closer to the week-end for the rest of us – Take some time to share his message, then TURN UP THE VOLUME, EXPAND THE SCREEN and TURN ON THE MUSIC (there’s no bagpipes – just a beautiful song in Scottish Gaelic for you to enjoy)
If there’s ANY HINT of Celtic blood in your veins you’ll feel it race to the fore 😀
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…cheeers :):) SLAINTE MHOR!!
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Slainte Seumas 😀 😀 😀
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Reblogged this on Jo Robinson and commented:
Wow – Seamus shares some gorgeous Scottish songpipes and a gorgeous video to watch while you watch it. 🙂
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,,,cheers, Jo.. that’s a picture of Tobermory, where I lived for 6 years … and often wondered over the years why did I ever leave?:):)
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Reblogged this on Chronic Conditions & Life Lessons and commented:
Beautiful music and video. Okay, I’m Scottish, but I’d share it with you no matter what! 🙂
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…thank you, m’Lady :):) have a great week 🙂
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Your welcome. I love it!
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Gorgeous!
Katie
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..thanks, Kate .. glad you like it.. have a great week, m”Lady 🙂
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And you M’Lord!!
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…:):):):)
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Reblogged this on Author P.S. Bartlett and commented:
I’m elated to find that I am not the only one being moved by music this morning. Yes, it’s only nine am here in Maryland USA but I woke up singing this morning and now I’m singing in my head. I wouldn’t want to run off my cube mates now would I? I’m not sure how you are feeling but days when I believe music is seeking me out to steal my ears all day…I listen!
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..thank you, m’Lady… i trust you have a whole succession of such music-filled days … ,,,have a great weekend 🙂
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Music that reaches the parts other music cannot reach.( Apologies to a certain beer commercial). iechyd da Seumas.
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…cheers, that man… you will well understand that tingling you get when a strong choir harmonises the Music of the Gods.. nowt to beat it! 🙂 have a great week, David 🙂
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By the way, I really did wake up singing. Now I just need to hope my Mother was wrong and that I won’t be crying before my supper. 😉
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..of course you won’t be crying ,m’Lady.. you’ll be singing even louder, so much so, they’ll be asking you to tone it down a bit “:):):)
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Beautiful and powerful indeed! Thank you!
Russ
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…thanks for the comment, Russ… do you have a Twitter handle i can follow?… gonna follow your blog too,,, luv its style, that man 🙂
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Reblogged this on Forget the Viagra, Pass Me a Carrot and commented:
I like the concept of ‘good days and better days’ I have always been a bottle half full kind of person and since optomistically I have at best another 39 years until my 100th I am not going to waste a single day.
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…LUVVLY to hear that ,m’Lady… I could have told that from the tenor of your blogs… great reading them ! 🙂 cheeeeeers 🙂
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Thank you Sir Seumas – have a good weekend.
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Absolutely beautiful, Seumas 😀
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…pleased you like it, m’Lady 🙂 cheers 🙂
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