…there’s a great sadness that attends any death, but prob’ly one that passes without much acknowledgement is the demise of a language… in my mid-teens I spent my early career on the beautiful Island of Mull in the Scottish Hebrides… I’ve shared often on this blog about my introduction to the magic of Scots Gaelic and went on to sing, compete and win medals doing so in that tongue at the national and local Gaelic Mods around Scotland over forty years ago… there’s sum’thing magical in the music of the Celt… just ask any of yer friends from Ireland also and they’ll tell yeez the same… it’s more than just the melodies, the tunes, the airs… it’s the association with the people of the Highlands and the Islands… there’s a welcoming hand… there’s a graciousness… there’s the time-of-day-to-pass-a pleasant-hour-or-three-over-a-wee-dram… there’s the caring for community, even with all its gossip, natter and chatter… I noted a Facebook post on my friend Nancy Lynn Baker’s wall today which triggered these thoughts… the simple wishing sumb’dy ‘good night with blessings’… the clip above by the Ossian is beautiful… I’d ask yeez to stop whatever yeez are doing for just a few minutes… sum’times yeez just have to listen and drink in the language of the Gods… enjoy… the language is slowly dying, and has been for more than the last two hundred years, ever since the notorious Highland Clearances of the mid 1700s… in fact, the most concentrated Scots Gaelic on the planet is currently to be found in Canada… in Nova Scotia (New Scotland, of course), but has diminished globally to less than 100,000 speakers… more’s the pity… Good Night with Blessings and may yer own Gods of yer choosing be with yeez all… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!…
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