'The Lady of the Heather'

Yep. With everything I should be working on right now, I came upon a legend that totally intrigues me and now I can't stop reading/researching/investigating everything I can find on it.....

'The Lady of the Heather'.

'The Lady of the Heather' was a Jacobite princess - the illegitimate grand daughter of Bonnie Prince Charlie. She was kidnapped from France about 200 years ago, carried off to New Zealand and abandoned on remote Campbell Island. She lived for months, or years, in a hut at Camp Cove, one provided with lace curtains and even a garden, which included heather.

Though seen by sealers who visited the island intermittently, the lady apparently died in her hut, a sad and solitary castaway.

This reminds me a bit of when I was a teenager and I went in search of 'Adenville' from the Great Brain books. Because it was a fictitious town based on a real place, I didn't find out where it really was (about 250+ miles northeast roughly of where we'd been looking) until my mid 20's, when I got to have an amazing conversation with Sam Wellar, from Sam Wellar books in Salt Lake. But those adventures in southern Utah with my family, mainly my grandparents, were always such fun and I grew to love that area as one of my favorite places on earth.

So, now I'm at it again.

But I can't really go out trekking for this one...... as it supposedly takes place 200 years ago on an uninhabited, remote island south of New Zealand.

I'll keep looking...... there isn't much.

I really am weird.

**Funny, I didn't come upon this while checking out Scottish history, etc (something else I'm totally fascinated by).... I came upon it while doing one of my fave pastimes..... studying maps.... found Campbell Island and started Google searches on it.

Love languages

http://www.5lovelanguages.com/profile/ I've always known the love language my children speak.... since they were little. Rob took me a bit longer. I know my parents languages and lately I've been thinking much more about my siblings, Rob's siblings, and my dearest friends. It's taken years to figure out which one I am..... since it's been kind of a tie between three.... but recently, it finally happened. And although it's one I'm not super pleased about, it is me. It's what makes me feel secure and safe and loved. And just because someone doesn't show me love in this certain way (because obviously we all have our own language), it doesn't mean I'm not going to have a connection with them. It just means that in my deeply closest, most personal and intimately emotional relationships, this area is what does it for my heart.... and it's how my heart gives and shows it to others.

In July I made a decision.....

Sort of gave myself an ultimatum. No longer was I going to hole-up.... Not because of my health, not because of my body, not because of any other insecurities that rob me of moments truly worth living. And I haven't. And August was one of the best months in my 49 years of life. And though sunflowers have always been for me been one of God's greatest creations, seeing a field of miles and miles of them in northern Michigan this summer brought me back to the symbol they have always stood for to me and this simple phrase of words "face the Son".... my new mantra.

2017

Many many moons since my last post. I do think about it every once in a while..... posting, that is. I only keep this blog for myself. And while it says that it gets visits from places like Russia, Germany, China, France, the Middle East, and the US... I think it's probly mostly people that stumble across it looking for what a sweet potato is. This blog keeps me honest. With myself. I'm pretty much an open book to the rest of the world, there are only a few things that I keep absolutely cocooned up tightly... maybe cocooned up tightly isn't the right phrase? Maybe more like tucked away in the drawer of an old dresser that belonged to an ancestor and is kept in a corner of the attic? Hmm. Now I'm thinking how tranquil and secluded that would be... quiet, still. I'd need an overstuffed chair with a blankie and a lamp... and I'd fall asleep next to the dresser, holding those things I keep to myself. But, I digress. I totally want ...

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