It feels great to be back in the Highlands! As I sit here gazing out the window of the train, reflecting my last journey up here and how important that phase of my life shaped up to be.
At the time I was gripped by a pretty harsh psychosis, it rendered me vulnerable to the world and very nearly took my life. It is the hardest test I have undergone in this life and I am grateful to sit here now, over a year later, being able to relay this enlightening experience.
Just when I needed an escape a fleeting voice passed through my inner ears guiding me to Scotland. “Live in job rural Scotland” was all the voice had said. Immediately I punched this into the almighty Google search and found myself applying for various vacancies.
An hour later I was exchanging emails with a self made hotelier Ian. After a few emails and a phone call he wished to employ me at The Ardeonaig Hotel situated on the Eastern shores of Loch Tay.
Upon arriving to the Ardeonaig, I was beginning to feel the grip of the demons loosen almost immediately. The place was fit for Kings and Queens, Gods and Goddesses and people of hierarchical importance. The place screamed elegance!
After my initial tour of the building I ventured into the gardens on my own and down to the jetty which offers the most incredible panoramic view of Loch Tay and the surrounding mountains!
It was autumn and the trees were displaying all the colours of the rainbow. It was at this moment I felt my whole body tingle as all of my pain and anguish was released from me and the demons blew away in the wind, as the angles descended they created ripples that stretched the entire expanse of the lake.
I looked to the skies and thanked the universe for; the excruciating test, the intuition, the strength, the willingness, the demons, the angels; for listening, for protecting me and for everything else in this world, good or bad.
I recalled in this moment a time not so long before spent with two people of great importance to me at Ashton Court in Bristol. It was here I was temporarily relaxed, surrounded by nature telling my companions how this is what I needed, some solitude in the mountains surrounded by rivers, lakes and trees. I thanked the universe over and over again.
I managed seven months before my wandering spirit was called back to adventure, this time I was pulled towards Andalucía, to meet a friend of mine to research permaculture and ecological living.
To this day I am not sure Ian will ever understand how much he helped me, how he took my arm and pulled me up from the depths of despair, a true saint. To him and his family I owe my thanks for providing the desperately needed solitude my soul craved.
This time round I am heading deeper into the Highlands for my next adventure, awaiting to be shown signs for my next path and to be engulfed by the magical aura of the snow capped peaks that cover the land.