January 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
Because sometimes you feel peace in your roots. Sometimes honor. Sometimes you just like ’em.
And on this day ~ just an ordinary day ~ I wish you peace, and offer a few favorite ancestral words to the wise:
“Love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.” / “One good turn deserves another.” / “Fair words won’t make the pot boil.” / “Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion.” / “Be happy while you’re living, for you’re a long time dead.” / “He was a bold man who first ate a Haggis.”