Monday, December 10, 2012

well, it was something.

As projected, I didn't reach the 50,000 word mark. I didn't even make it halfway. But that is totally okay, because I am still writing. I wrote a little over 14,000 words during November, which is more than I had written in any previous months. And that's something, right? Right. I have continued to write and have written over 3500 words since the beginning of December, and my story is progressing and coming together, finally. My faithful Snippets are to get some credit. Though we're not together, drinking good coffee drinks and chai and sitting in papasan chairs surrounded by fluffy cushions in Moments, we are still meeting and talking about our stories. And that is what helps continue to drive me to write. I so appreciate the feedback and encouragement of my fellow Snippets, Ellar and Amethyst (or Pixie, if you like), and meeting with them regularly has been the catalyst that I needed to write more often and the encouragement I needed to remember that first drafts aren't perfect. It's the birthing process of the story and it's not always pretty, it's rarely pretty in fact. Their discussions and feedback have helped me reconcile the two major plot strands of my novel, which was no small feat, and that has given me a new gusto for writing and finding out what happens next.

So what happens next? Well, I think it's time for the Fair Folk to make an real appearance. What say?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

give it another try.

That's right. I'm giving National Novel Writing Month another try this year. After the epic fail of last year, I can hardly do worse, but instead of making my goal to finish 50,000 words, it will be simply to write as often as I can. If I make it to 50,000 words, awesome, if not--my time will not have been wasted. I just need to get back into the habit again.

Thanks to Ellar for giving me this much needed quote:


"Forgiveness. The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think
about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding
any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or
story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen
of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let's face it, was once a towering
tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and
intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer
facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of
constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being
writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can't write the book I want to write, but I can
and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course
of my life I will forgive myself."

      --Anne Patchett



Sunday, October 21, 2012

Plenty.

My alarm went off when the morning was still darkly cloaked with night, and for a moment I wondered why it had gone off before I remembered why I had specifically set it last night. I gently nudged the sleeping form beside me, and reminded him that he was to make coffee for the morning.
    "Did your alarm already go off?" He asked groggily.
    "Briefly, it was on vibrate, but it's time."
He gave a deep sigh and then heaved his tired body from the bed before I managed to pull mine from under the warm covers. Regardless of how frequently I wake up before him, I always have a hard time leaving the comfort of the bed when he is still in it.
But this morning had an exciting reason to be awake so early, and we both pulled ourselves from our sleepy reverie.
I pulled on jeans, a tee shirt, my blue flannel button-up, a black puffy vest, and pulled my hair out of my face with a quick sweep of the curls into a messy ponytail. The coffee wafted through the house, and I sighed knowing I couldn't have a cup. I know women do it all the time, but with your first--I hear--you're always more cautious about taking risks.
Jeremy had gotten ready and we met in the kitchen ready to leave.
    "What time is the sun supposed to rise this morning? It's still really dark out there?"
7:42AM was the answer, so we had a little time before we had to leave and I enjoyed a bowl of cereal as Jeremy let his coffee cool. After a few minutes, coffee was poured into a travel mug, my chunky grey scarf was grabbed, and Cael excitedly wagged his tail as informed that he was going to accompany us on a ride.
Vestiges of the autumn sun were already apparent in a glowing grey-gold over the tops of the trees and the surrounding mountains as we pulled out of our driveway. The morning was crisp and silent as we drove west.
We made the northward turn onto the Blue Ridge Parkway, and my heart swelled in my chest as we drove past the autumn-hued birches, maples, and oaks. Burnished golds, vibrant reds, and sweet oranges greeted us in the still grey morning--their colors muted in the non-light but not subdued as we drove toward Mt. Mitchell. The suns presence was ever-growing as we made twists and turns round the mountains, catching glimpses of rich valleys and long-range views of rolling peaks as the colors slowly began to illuminate around us.
We drove past a few of the lower overlooks as 7:42AM crept closer, and the sun crept nearer to the tops of the mountains. We came to a stop at an overlook with a wide vista facing southeast and watched the sea of mountains beyond us slowly and gently receive the morning light upon their slopes and seep into their valleys. I took photo after photo as Jeremy and I both reveled in the beauty of the sunrise and the illuminated colors of autumn in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The glory of God is undoubtedly evident in these things, and my heart can't help but rejoice in it.
It was surprisingly cold that high on the mountain, and we didn't dress as warmly as we should have. With cold hands and full hearts we got back in the car. We had some time before we had to be back, and so we kept driving north through trees now fully ablaze with autumn's morning sun. We passed patches of the woods were fully and completely golden, and as the sun played through the branches both of us were reminded of Tolkien's description of the golden wood of Lothlorien--and we drove through our own version of the Misty Mountains.

We eventually had to turn around and make our way back home, but I always feel like I leave a little piece of myself up there this time of year. Autumn is a season for harvest, a season of plenty--and each autumn I am struck with just how I have been blessed with such plenty, such fullness, such life. Especially this year as I carry a tiny life within me. I will teach this child to love and appreciate the rich fullness of autumn in these mountains, and I look forward to many more autumn sunrise drives with my dear heart, Jeremy.
   
Many-hued, sun burnished mountains.

Our own Golden Wood, Lothlorien.

Monday, October 15, 2012

I'm your Huckleberry.

Well, whether I'm ready or not this baby sure is growing. I still haven't felt the little huckleberry moving around yet, but if our ultrasound a few weeks ago is any indication, he/she is moving and wiggling all the time.
We had an wonderful day yesterday apple picking at an orchard just past Hendersonville yesterday with some friends. It was a gorgeous, misty autumn day and the orchards still bore beautiful fruit--though we had to walk a little further to get to it. We picked Arkansas Black apples, Pink Lady apples, Granny Smith, Blushing Gold, and probably a few more I can't remember. But it was lovely being able to pick our own bushel of apples, and enjoying the company of our friends, Peter and Allie Marie (they're nearly newly weds, getting married in April--just before the baby comes actually). We also enjoyed the freshly made Apple Cider Doughnuts--seriously, they were incredible. We bought a half-dozen and four were gone before we realized what had happened. I actually just now finished off my first mug of fresh-pressed cider that we bought yesterday too--also seriously delicious. We ended up buying eighteen and a half pounds of apples... I suppose apple sauce, apple butter, and apple pies are in my near future. But if you know me at all, you know what a delightful prospect that is for me--I LOVE apples. I was seriously made for this season--I love everything about autumn.
Arkansas Black Apples

Our comrades in apple-picking, Peter and Allie Marie.

Our 18.5 pound bushel of apples, and my strong man. :) I am also very excited about those apples.

While we were at the orchard, I remembered that Huck (current nickname for the wee one) is about the size of an apple this week--I'm fifteen weeks along today. So I decided to take advantage of the photo op, and get some obligatory bump photos.



Saturday, October 6, 2012

joy in uncertainty.

Some things are hard to put into words, even for one that feels like she always has something to say--which, honestly, may or may not be me on any given day. But this, this is something that I have prayed for and wanted for a long time, and now, now that it has really happened--I feel utterly unprepared and unready. Yet, at the same time I feel elated in a way that I have never experienced, I am excited about what the future brings. But every bit of excitement and anticipation I feel is tinged with fear and uncertainty. I do hope that fear abates, and my uncertainties are calmed for I dearly want to be fully and exceptionally joyful about being pregnant. Dont get me wrong--I feel joy, and I am so happy that we have this blessing in our lives. But I am admittedly freaking out a little bit. I hear that's normal though.

Now that I've gotten that bit out of the way, pregnancy really hasn't treated me that badly so far. That's not to say it has been easy, but I've heard horror stories of women who were on their backs sick as a dog for the whole of the nine months, unable to have any kind of normalcy for the entire pregnancy. I realize normalcy might be a relative term when it comes to pregnancy. I've felt nauseous and unsettled for weeks, but I haven't thrown up--though sometimes I'd wished I just would. Sometimes I felt like it was worse not having full-blown morning sickness, because I still felt awful and drained, but it didn't immobilize me so much that I couldn't go into work or do what needed to be done. I just felt like curling up into a ball under my desk most days. Of course, due to my feeling sickly and my constant unsettled stomach I haven't been able to run--at all. 

Now that the nausea is abating and I'm starting to get my energy back I'm hoping to continue my running--albeit probably not as enthusiastically as I was before I found out I was pregnant. The reality of being with child has not fully settled on my psyche, and I think that may be the biggest reason I've haven't been able to wrap my mind around the idea without fears and anxiety. It became more real after I heard the heartbeat for the first time, and even more so when I saw the little huckleberry dancing around on the ultrasound screen, but without the aid of nifty electronics to help me see and hear my babe, it just doesn't feel real during the day to day. I know it will be real soon enough though, and now that I'm feeling a bit better I'm more content to wait and enjoy the time I have to prepare my mind, my heart, and my home for April 8th--when our lives will become infinitely different and infinitely blessed.










Saturday, September 22, 2012

first day of autumn.

I suppose today is as good a day as any to make my comeback into this space. Actually, today is probably a better day than most simply because of what today brings, and what today represents in the history of my writing. I found myself hankering for a cup of tea, simply to make sitting down and writing here again feel right. Cael is at my feet, that's normal. The windows are flung open, allowing the gloriously cool mountain air to waft in, washing over me in waves of new autumnal crispness, and letting the nightsong of the mountains be my accompaniment to this long overdue time of writing.

In our bedroom, there is a window that is on my side of the bed, only feet from me when I'm lying there waiting for sleep to claim me. Last night--and fortunately many previous ones as well--I drifted off to sleep with that window open. The sounds of the night were my lullaby, the scent of the mountains a balm, and the cool nightly breeze a light touch on my face. These things elements made for an easy and comforting time of falling asleep. And this morning I awoke to the first day of autumn. The day was heralded in with a cool sunny morning, and while it may have gotten quite warm inside my house, outside it was a lovely precursor to what the rest of this season will bring.


I celebrated by taking a solitary hike in the mountains of Montreat. I felt a little bad for not bringing Cael along, but as his is overdue on his flea medication I decided not to risk it. Truth be told, it was nice to be alone with the mountains. I chose a new trail, mostly because the normal one up Lookout already had a mass of cars parked at the bottom which most likely meant Greybeard Trail did too, and I frankly didn't want to have to deal with people. So I drove to the very top of Appalachian Way in hopes that I would find a trailhead up there. Luckily, I did. So I took a trail unknown to me today, I had no expectations--though hopes of a view are always with me on such hikes--I simply embarked on a new path and willed that it take me somewhere beautiful. If you know anything about Montreat, you'll know that virtually any trail in the cove will take you somewhere beautiful, and this one was no exception. The beginning was rather arduous and very steeply uphill, but I persevered and rested when I needed to, and was eventually rewarded with a meandering trail that was long, but not overtiring. I had to turn around eventually when I came across a hovel of a house that, while my imagination went in different directions both terrifying and exciting, I was convinced that I had gone far enough and should turn back. On the way back though I was able to harvest some beautifully intact acorns. As I collected them I saw many that were crushed or separated from their little brown caps, and I was reminded of when I was young and would go out looking for acorn tops, just the tops mind you, because my mother told me that they were fairy dishes, and that the fairies were ever  appreciative of people who found them the best ones to use for their feasts. I would spend hours collecting them, only the best for the fairies, and then I would put them under my pillow at night and in the morning the fairies would have left me a token of their appreciation in their place--usually a quarter or other small coin--but I reveled in the fact that I, a mere mortal, was providing dishes for the feasts of those magical little creatures. Thank you, Mum, for being such a wonderful advocate of imagination and folklore--I can only hope to be as wonderful a mother as you are to me to my own children.

So autumn, here we go again, please do not desist in your ever-present nudging of my mind to compose with words how enthralling I always find your nature, and how beautifully you inspire my creativity to praise your manner and Maker.


Sunday, July 22, 2012

greybeard trail.

There is a certain smell, a certain atmosphere in the mountains of Montreat--surrounded by trees and rocks and the sound of running water; rhododendron, oak, pine--that calls to mind all that is good, all that is wholesome. It brings back memories of my youth, of family, of fun, of camaraderie, of love.
It calls to mind the beauty of God's creation, not only do these sights and smells call it to mind, they breathe with it, they sing in one resounding voice of God's glory. And it is beautiful. It is glorious. The Creator's signature is all around me, and it is good. It is good! It is beautiful. It is mysterious. It is home.



Wednesday, June 27, 2012

summer arrives.

Goodness, I'm still doing a pretty poor job of keeping up with this space. Apologies, apologies. To be fair, I do have quite a bit going on at the moment. There's work, of course, plus playing fiddle for my church's worship band, I finally got my garden sown and my tomato plants in the ground, running, spending time with Jeremy, cooking dinner, walking Cael, making dresses, still unpacking and any other number of sundry tasks that I decide to throw in. But life is good. God is good. There are some new opportunities coming up for Jeremy and I that could change things, but be challenging and good; blessings.

The fireflies are out in full force in the evenings now, they have been for a couple weeks. The first gloaming that I saw their luminescent song playing across our front yard I knew summer had arrived in the mountains. I also realized how long it had been since I had enjoyed the sight of them--lightning bugs don't grace the streets and closes of Edinburgh, though that would make summer dim up in the Highlands that much more magical.

Lately the heat of summer has made its way into the valley, though the nights are still cool and fragrant to temper the summer sun of the daytime. I'm happy to be home, happy to realize and recognize the things that I missed and enjoy them once again.


these mountains mean home.

God is so good. All of the time.


Here's what my lately has looked like, care of Instagram:
lightning bugs lightening up the dim.
i walked for lunch one day at work.
zucchini cakes. {recipe!}
always in awe.

fresh summer south carolina strawberries.


Saturday, June 9, 2012

crafty happenings.

Most of you know that Jeremy and I recently moved into a new house in Black Mountain. It's the first house (not apartment, flat, or in-law suite) that we've ever lived in together, and though we don't own it, it is still a huge step to that eventual end.
Of course, with a new place, comes new crafty projects (thanks to the help of Pinterest!) and new interior design elements. It has unfortunately taken me much longer than I would have preferred--due to numerous reasons--to really get the house to a point where I feel okay having people over (but only in certain rooms, we are still far from finished moving in). But! This last week has seen the fruition of a number of projects that have been rolling about in my mind since even before we moved in. Today, I'll share them with you.

Finished last week: I've been planning this one since about January or before, but wasn't able to get it finished. My idea was to create a huge photo canvas of one of my favorite photos that I took during our time in Edinburgh. I bought a 24x36 wrapped canvas a couple months ago, and finally last month was able to purchase the 24x36 print that I wanted. The print itself was remarkably cheap, only $9.99 at vivyxprinting.com. They were running a special for first-time customers: a 24x36 print for ten bucks, it's like it was meant to be. :) So I painted the edges of the canvas, like so:
















Then used spray adhesive to mount the print to the canvas. Admittedly, it's not a good as I want it to be, I'll have to research better procedures because the print ripples a little bit--which is only noticeable in certain light at certain angles, but I'd rather have it perfect. But here's how it turned out:





I also have been brain-storming a cheap but creative way to display/organize my jewelry, and thanks to the burlap given to me in an adorable gift basket from my close friend,  Kelsey Keil, I was able to simply wrap 11x14 canvases with burlap and hot glue to make this little babies:

























Below the canvases, I simply nailed three small nails into the wall for the necklace hanging. Voila! It was so simple.
































This one is another one I've been thinking about for a while, and I originally got the idea from Pinterest. It's a wrapped canvas, painted green, then painted vintage white. I used sticker letters on the white coat, then painted a grey coat over it, let it dry, then peeled the stickers off. The last line was written using a paint pen. After everything was finished, I sprayed a coat of ModPodge finishing spray over the whole thing for continuity.





































And there you have it, my creative endeavors of late. I've also been able to alter a pair of ill-fitting dress pants as well, and I've plans in the works for some summery dresses too!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

degree.

I guess a lot can be said for the fact that I have a Master's degree, regardless of what occupations are or aren't being thrown at me because of it. It's an awesome thing that I was accepted into a postgraduate program, went to Scotland for a year, and came home having earned a Master's degree. I know that I chose my degree on what some might call a whim, but it was the culmination of years of curiosity and passion about Celtic studies. It's just frustrating not having anything substantial to show for it now. Perhaps I will in the future; in fact, I'm kind of counting on that. But part of me wishes I would have gone for something a little more practical--like Museum Studies, so that I might have a legitimate claim to having an interest in being a curator. But at the same time I hear my good friend, Ellar, talk about her MFA in progress at VCFA, and all the fiction writing experience she's getting with huge names in the YA Fiction world, and I wish I'd maybe done something like that. That's what it boils down to though. All the degrees I coulda, shoulda, woulda, all come down to the same thing: writing. I can do that with or without a Master's degree. But I have one, and one that inspires creative writing at that. I just have to do it. I need to buckle down, stop wondering what might happen if I had done something else, and realize that I have a Master's degree in Highland Studies because I'm supposed to. I have a Master's in Highland Studies, and I spent a year in Scotland learning, studying, and experiencing that culture and taking in such incredible opportunities. I don't know what I will ultimately do with my degree, but I know that I have it for a reason and I've wasted enough time wondering if I've done the right thing. I need to write. I already know that is what I am supposed to be doing. I know it--even if I doubt it sometimes. I have been given the experience and resources for some amazing stories, why don't I write them?

As a wise friend once told me: "Don't doubt in the dark what God has shown you in the light."

No more doubting. More doing. More writing.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

mountain song.

I sit on the mountainside, and revel at all that sits below me. God and all His splendor is revealed before me. I gaze across the peaks as they fade from verdant green to a ghostly blue that melds right into the pale sky. The mountain breeze belies the heat of summer that rules in the foothills. It plays in my hair and gives the leaves in the trees above me a voice that sings praises to the Creator. It is a song on the mountain, and I sit in silence to listen.

photography, lately.

While I have largely disbanded my photography business, Cerulean Photography, I still have done a couple shoots here and there since I've been back. Here are the highlights of the last vestiges of Cerulean Photography.

One of my closest friends got married in April, and I had the pleasure to do her bridal portraits at the place where she got engaged, Biltmore Estate.



































Another friend of mine got married in April too. I was the photographer for her gorgeous wedding in Iron Station, NC. It was such a blessed day--I was honored to be apart of it.




This coming August, my sister-in-law is expecting her sixth child. Since this will most likely be her last pregnancy, she wanted me to do a pregnant belly shoot with her. This is my favorite of the day.



























I think those are good photos to go out on, if I do say so myself. I'll still keep doing portrait sessions I think, I thoroughly enjoy those and they enable me to be a bit more creative and artistic, but I think Rachel's will probably be my final wedding. It's been a good run, but I want to keep my photography as something I love to do, not something I must do to make money. Photography will remain a hobby, and not a job.



Caitlin

Friday, June 1, 2012

come and sit a spell.

I realize how terribly negligent of this space I have been, and for it I sincerely apologize. I also realize that that apology is more for myself, as I don't really know how many people actually missed my writings here--but I do know how much I missed it. Life has happened, and there have been a multitude of other things that I should be doing, or sometimes could be doing, that this lonely blog has gathered metaphorical dust of disuse. I will make no promises because I know that I probably won't be able to keep them, but I do want to be more of a presence here than I have been of late. I suppose I feel that my life isn't nearly as exciting to write about as it was when we were in Edinburgh-- I'm fairly certain those feelings are well-founded, but that doesn't mean that I've naught to write about. 

In these nine (has it truly been that long?) months since we've been home in the mountains I have missed Edinburgh and Scotland tremendously. But those feelings are always tempered with the sheer delight of being home. These mountains never cease to inspire me; they frequently have me pointing and staring at their beauty and mist-shrouded secrecy like a wide-eyed child. Being away, and being away in such a beautifully similar landscape, gave me a new appreciation for the valley in which I live. Black Mountain is surrounded by green-clad peaks that rise and fall on the horizon, valleys deeply shaded in verdant hues, and all familiarly robed in grey mist and low clouds that hug the lines of the glens and shroud the softly rounded mounts. It really is incredible how similar the landscapes between these mountains and many Scottish ones are. It brings a gladness to my heart to know that my ancestors, who undoubtedly loved the familiarity of their own Scottish and Irish landscapes, made it to a place thousands of miles away that looked, felt, and even smelled like home. No wonder they settled here, no wonder the folk cultures between the highlands of Scotland and the highlands of Western North Carolina are so alike.

It's a grey and rainy morning, and I greet it with a knowing smile and a cup of breakfast tea in hand. Good morning, misty mountains. Good morning, soft grey air that hangs just a bit heavier, envelops the senses and smells so sweet. I hope we can continue this quiet rendezvous. 

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

new snow.

This year's first snow graced us with its feathery presence last night, and I made white chili to celebrate. Here are my boys out in the still softly falling snow this morning. I don't mind it being this cold if it snows too!

Monday, January 2, 2012

new year. new ideas.

A friend of mine just posted about her New Year resolutions, except she called them goals rather than resolutions. I liked that. I like the idea that I have things that I'm striving toward as this new year dawns, not just things that I've resolved to do, period, and then as soon as I leave off one of them I feel like a failure. These 'resolutions' or goals, are works-in-progress. And that makes them feel more doable, and makes me feel less completely worthless when I forget one day or just don't have the energy another.

I have great hopes for this year, and even bigger question marks, but bottom-line is that I know that I've been blessed beyond any bit of what I deserve, and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for Jeremy and me this year. Over the last couple days I've been thinking about some of the goals I have for this year, and have jotted down the ones I think should be mentioned, that way I can come back this time next year and not see what I've failed at, but how close I've come to accomplishing some goals and how I've blown others out of the water.


Caitlin's Goals for 2012 [in no particular order]


1. Create a budget, and stick to it.
  - I've come close to doing this one right before. I never quite got into the swing of things since we've been back from Scotland, and while Jeremy and I are both making decent money I know I need to be saving. I want to create a smart and doable budget, and really be able to keep up with it, while saving the maximum amount possible per month.

2. Quiet time every morning.
  - I've always been pretty good at finding excuses not to carve out a time each day for devotions, for reading the Bible, and spending time in prayer. Now that my biggest excuse is now non-existent (not having a regular schedule; I now work Monday through Friday 9AM to 5PM), I need to get over myself and wake up just one half hour earlier than I normally would. I know this is doable, and I know it will enrich every aspect of my life.

3. Exercise regularly.
   - Before we left Edinburgh I was consistently working out three days a week, and it felt good. I know that there are other things I'd like to do that regularly rather than working out, but I need to be exerting myself in some kind of cardio activity and muscle toning at least a few days a week. I don't know what that exercise will be yet, but in light of the 15K I signed up for in May I should probably run.

4. Eat healthier.
  - I don't eat particularly unhealthily now, but I know I need to put in more of an effort. I'd like to start juicing daily and doing smoothies (but those involve appliances that I do not have), so some kind of regular raw veggies and fruit would definitely do me good.

5. Set aside one night a week as 'date night' with Jeremy.
  - This one doesn't need to be anything fancy or even necessarily cost money, but I want us to do something once a week out of the ordinary and outside of our normal watching movies on Netflix in the evenings.

6. Play and practice my fiddle regularly again.
  - I've been depressingly negligent of my fiddle since we moved home. I've been using the excuse of its natural volume when I play and the fact that we basically live in someone's house to deter me from playing, which is fair enough. But I want to purchase a mute for my bridge and begin playing again. I've still got my ten year goal in mind.

7. Write more and write often.
  - I need to be writing every single day, period. Whether it's in my journal, on my blog, or creative writing and development for my novels, I need to be putting pen to paper, so-to-speak.

8. Work on creative writing at least three times a week.
  - You may think this falls under number seven, but I would probably find my way around working diligently on my stories if I didn't specify a set amount that I need to write per week. This is very important and I need to be writing creatively as often as possible.

9. Read.
  - I got a Kindle for Christmas (thanks, Jeremy!) and I definitely want to read more. But I also want to continue academic reading related to my Master's degree. I want to try to read some amount of something Highland Studies-ish once a week, because I think I have a while to go before truly becoming a Master of Highland Studies.

10. Begin studying Gaelic again.
  - I do not want to lose my Gaelic, and I enjoyed learning the language too much to just let it go to waste. I want to start studying up on it again, to continue learning it and to create opportunities for me to use it. Tha mi ag iarraidh Gàidhlig ionnsachadh a h-uile seachdain! (I want to study Gaelic every week.)


Bliadhna mhath ùr!  Happy New Year!



Caitlin