Driving through the Scottish Highlands feels like a scene out of Braveheart. You sense a strength from the sheer natural beauty of the enormous snow covered mountain peaks and the vast rolling countrysides.
There is both a magnificence and a simplicity that inspires a sense of balance.
I cannot help but think about the rustic history that is here. People who struggled for independence while their small cottage homes sat in the shadows of castles.
The castles are now abandoned, but the people of Scotland find history repeating itself in modern-day form as they prepare to vote for independence from the UK.
The highlands is mostly countryside. Sheep graze, water flows, organic is “in” and everything here seems more pure. The rain beating down on my face feels refreshing; the gusting wind reminds me how life flows through us; the sound of only birds and natures elements in the morning resets each day.
Besides its political history, the Highlands area is famous for Loch Ness Lake that flows past an number of towns. As I collected information from locals about the legend for an article I am writing, it became very clear to me that beyond the stuffed toys and “Nessie” memrobelia is something very real here. In fact, it is almost a faux pas to ask a local if they believe in the monster. It’s as if they know something the rest of us don’t and laugh at us for buying into commercialized Nessie when they know a secret about the real one.
I spent time along the shores of Loch Ness–the entire length of it. I feel my heart race in wonder and anticipation. To be standing in such a legendary place was pretty powerful.
Everywhere I look in the Highlands, I can only stare and I never get tired of it. The scenery of vibrant shades of green, barley fields and water streaming down the mountainside never loses it’s appeal. The scenery is kind of subject you find in peaceful paintings in homes.