“My mama told me there’d be days like this…”
What she didn’t say was that following your bliss was going to be
filled with chaotic days and restless nights fraught with emotion, not
all of it good.
So what does that have to do with forgetting Wednesday’s blog?
Everything. (In the chaos of the week, I sincerely thought my Wednesday to blog, on the Authors of Main Street blog site, was this coming week.) Let me explain.
My last name is MacDonald. I am very Scottish; by heritage and more
importantly, by inclination. I’ve been immersed in Scottish culture,
lore and traditions since birth with the passionate ferocity reserved
for American transplants generations removed from the Highlands. I am a
generational Highlander, if you will . Trust me, the most Scottish Scots reside right here in the good ole’ USA.
Just ask a native Scot. (I’ve heard this so many times on my trips to
Scotland. They think we’re bloody-hilarious with our avid kilt-wearing
and caber-tossing).
Right here, in Milwaukee, we have the world’s largest Celtic
Festival. We celebrate Highland Games, Highland Flings, have a diverse
and energetic St. Andrew’s Society, and this month all across the globe,
people of Scottish descent or inclination will be celebrating the life
of Scotland’s national poet, Robert Burns.
Robert Burns is most famous for his song: Auld Lang Syne, which we sing on New Year’s Eve to welcome the New Year. But it’s his ‘Address to a Haggis’ that ties to my BLISS.
My husband and I are HAGGIS makers – Macski’s Highland Foods.
Our HAGGIS will be featured at RT this year ~ more to come in another blog about that.
So, did Haggis make me misjudge my blog date??? YES!
On Thursday the 10th, my husband and I were interviewed by
the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel food editor, Nancy Stohs; who is a
wonderful, funny and engaging person. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and
Monday we met with new potential vendors. Tuesday the online article came out and Wednesday the paper version hit the stands.
Hence the blown blog…sigh followed by happy dance…HAGGIS ROCKS!
Following my passions, my bliss, at this stage, is a life choice.
It’s like nose-diving from the cliff of relative comfort; exhilarating,
frightening, and while you’re taking that leap, you don’t know how
you’re going to land.
As for me, I’m adjusting for wind shear, turning so I land on my feet
poised to take off writing romance ~ mostly with a tie to Scotland ~
and bringing Scottish culture to life, with a distinctly American flair.
I plan on spending as many days a year as I can in a kilt right along
side my kilted family. Here’s to the romance of tilting cabers in the
wind and following your Bliss. Live Well and Eat HAGGIS.
So what are your passions? How do you incorporate your Bliss into
your daily life, especially when your bliss isn’t being so blissful? I’d
love to hear from you!