the week has been like this...

..on sunday i worshipped with some lovely people (in lovely uniforms) at the salvation army gathering in the a.m. afterwards Arthur's Seat and the windy sunshine beckoned me for a walk and a climb to the summit of the city. i stood looking to the distant hills with the sound of "Gathering the Clans" from THE soundtrack serenading my heart. an imaginary date at starbucks where i ordered a chai latte soy milk extra chai extra hot, or something like that - they were out of soy milk and my date was on the other side of the irish sea but it was lovely, soul-soothing. an organ recital at St. Giles in the evening and a quick conversation on the phone with father who had recently returned from the wilds of the Paria Canyon. good sabbath.
..throughout the week i have worked here and there, on and off at the hostel - booking rooms, booking tours, greeting guests, selling juice, selling internet time, cleaning toilets - that sort of thing. i've worked here and there, on and off (more on than off) at Ness, this small scottish clothing company on the Royal Mile - taking stock, tagging caps and skirts and pink rubber boots, hanging strings of icicle lights, fixing stuff, transporting goods, carrying huge boxes to the post office to be shipped away - that sort of thing. (check out our site: nessbypost.com - it's all girl's stuff except like two sweaters that are for men, and it's ridiculously high priced - quite a fit for me don't you think?) i've gone for some walks, watched fireworks burst from the scottish hill sides, had some picnics, read from "The Wallace" by nigel tranter while sipping tea and nibbling digestives, i got to talk with two of my favorite people in nova scotia, and just last night i got a basket supper (cheese burger and chips) from The Blind Poet and watched the Celtics beat the Rangers 2-0 on the big screen.
..i've met martin from south africa, he's a musician and a chef and extremely intelligent. i've met jolie, our jamaican rastafarian brother who is also a musician and i've caught him singing a few times at the bottom of the stairwell at the hostel where his voice, which isn't particularly good, echoes all throughout, and he swings and sways like he's worshipping, and we talked about living life for more than money and aiming to please the Lord. i've met mj, from michigan, she's jewish by heritage (her dad's a rabbi) but kind of new agey by faith; and flick, a fellow canadian who has been living and working at one of scotland's other hostels out west, we talked about home schooling and catholic liturgy. i've met roger from new zealand, but he's been in edinburgh on and off for 8 years - he has long hair and lip rings, looks a bit like Jesus might have, except paler.
..and i walked through the drizzley edinburghian night listening to jewel sing christmas songs, singing along, with lite heart.

and that's what the week has been like.