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Jan 15, 2011

Celebrating Burns Night on Isle of Skye - January 22nd at 7pm SLT




Burns Night is celebrated on January 25th with Burns suppers around the world, and is still more widely observed than the official national day of Scotland, Saint Andrew's Day, or the proposed North American celebration Tartan Day. The format of Burns suppers has not changed since Robert's death in 1796. The basic format starts with a general welcome and announcements followed with the Selkirk Grace. Following the grace comes the piping and cutting of the Haggis, where Robert's famous Address To a Haggis is read, and the haggis is cut open. The event usually allows for people to start eating just after the haggis is presented. This is when the reading called the "immortal memory", an overview of Robert's life and work is given; the event continues with many toasts and some presentation of a selection of his works and usually concludes with the singing of Auld Lang Syne.

I am most pleased and honored to host another Burns Night celebration in world, this year with Rowan Derryth.  Happily, we also have Soliel Snook providing hours of wonderful Celtic music for us, creating a wonderful aural atmosphere on Isle of Skye.  Additionally, a number of our friends will be giving toasts, reciting stories or poems, and assisting in the preparations.  
**If you would like to provide a toast or reading during the supper, please email me :  evabellambi@gmail.com. **

This is another of those unique, more prescribed, events which bring a little pomp and circumstance into our virtual existance.  Brilliantly the formality of tradition builds in humor and joy by way of the toasts, and stories, and poems/songs of the night.

But just who was this Robert Burns?

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best-known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a 'light' Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these pieces, his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement and after his death became an important source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism and socialism. A cultural icon in Scotland and among Scots who have relocated to other parts of the world (the Scottish Diaspora), celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult during the 19th and 20th centuries, and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature.

As well as making original compositions, Burns also collected folk songs from across Scotland, often revising or adapting them. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (New Year), and Scots Wha Hae served for a long time as an unofficial national anthem of the country. Other poems and songs of Burns that remain well-known across the world today, include A Red, Red Rose, A Man's A Man for A' That, To a Louse, To a Mouse, The Battle of Sherramuir, and Ae Fond Kiss.
from the Wikipedia entry on Robert Burns


As is always my tradition, we will conclude our night of revelry with a Ceilidh.  Laugh, dance, remember, and love each other.
*****
For in the works of Robert Burns we see the whole cosmos of man’s experience and emotion, from zenith to nadir, from birth until death.
Len G. Murray
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Feb 20, 2009

Spring in Giverny and a little snow (tiger) on my shoulder


Last night I did some touring and shopping on Giverny, Soliel Snook and Kaye Robbiani's new sim. It is spectacularly beautiful - a mere reflection of the wonderful ladies who have created it. I encourage all of you to take time to walk around this wonderful land. Perhaps even take time to stop and smell the roses. (and buy them, too) Thank you Kaye and Soliel for sharing your gifts with the rest of us.


(in the style of Monet)

Imagine my surprise once I was back working and chatting last night as a small crate was delivered to me. There were air holes and the shipment invoice suggested that whatever this creature was it might require some milk upon arrival.




I carefully opened the box to find the cutest little snow tiger I had ever seen. I am so happy to care for him and we have already become fast friends. Now to think of a suitable name.......




Thank you, my friend, for such a cuddly gift.

Nov 19, 2008

OOC - Sometimes A Thought Hits You Out of the Blue

That happened today as I was driving home from work. What was that thought?

"Soliel Snook!! I forgot to thank Soliel!!"

Soliel - my most sincere thanks for your work on behalf of Caer Blanco and the People for Others charity events last month and this. Without you stepping in with such good grace and professionalism, we would really have been in a bind on a couple of event nights/afternoons.

You are a fantastic DJ and a fantastic person.

Thanks!

Sep 15, 2008

Reflections

I find myself sitting at the end of a busy RL day thinking through some of the things that are going on around me. Some relate to my typist directly - others do not. All cause some sort of stress - good or bad. The same may be said for those of us who exist here in the Metaverse.

Today, it seems, there are many things swirling about us. Griefers. Former friends and colleagues who would (and often do) threaten us. Exhibits to be completed. Businesses to be nourished. Clients. Landlords. Friends. Lovers. Even just the "what to wear to the theme night dance" question.

I have today learned of stress that a couple of my friends have been dealing with as gracefully as possible. In fact, with more grace than many could muster.

That reminded me of a conversation that Gabi, Soliel, Dia, and I had on Sunday afternoon. I was in world only briefly, but had an invitation to come dance in Gigglesford. (What a lovely sim, Soliel.) I found that it was only the four of us dancing. But that small number was just perfect for conversation.



We spoke of many things, not the least of which was our concern over friends - the HUMAN friends - who had or were feeling the effects of Hurricane Ike. We learned that some of our friends had made contact with folks in world to let us know they were safe if perhaps without power or water. I, though, then expressed my thoughts on how difficult it is knowing people as well as we do some of our good friends in world (for as many of us have expressed from time to time and certainly after CaleCon, our characters in world are generally who we are in RL and TRUE friendships form) and not always having a method of checking on them if one of us is suddenly without power or computer access. I have often considered the helplessness I would feel if I did not see or hear from close friends for days unexpectedly. I would be very worried that all was not well. And I would wish that I could speak to my friend - or at least inquire of him/her with family. For some friends that is or would be possible. For others it would not.



I draw no conclusions for you as I write this. Suffice it to say we had a very good discussion about relationships, keeping in touch - and many other things. It was a lovely time with three good friends (in the Metaverse or out).



And then I heard this song on the radio.........seems appropriate.


I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

(chorus)
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

(chorus)
Lee Ann Womack




Blessings on you, all my friends.

*

Sep 7, 2008

Gigglesford Weighs In

Soliel Snook has written a lovely entry in her journal about CaleCon and the days immediately following. I encourage you to visit her site, at this location.

Thank you, Soliel! It was so fantastic to get to know you and all the others better. (And thank you, Scotti Lyle for those impressions. I am humbled, but couldn't agree with you more as you described the others. )

Jan 20, 2008

Robert Burns Night Supper


All are welcome to join us in Caledon Loch Avie at the Conservatory a' Ghaidhealtachd for the celebration of a Burns Supper. There are two opportunities offered for celebration of this night. The Early Bird celebration from 12:00pm-3:00pm SLT, and the SL evening celebration from 7:00pm-10pm SLT.

Your hostesses will be Miss Soliel Snook at 12:00pm, and Her Grace, Eva Bellambi, Duchess of Loch Avie at 7:00pm. There have been many volunteers in the organization of these events from all of Caledon as well as Steelhead. Our thanks go out to them all.

A little information:

The annual celebratory tribute to the life, works and spirit of the great Scottish poet, Robert Burns (1759-1796). Celebrated on, or about, the Bard's birthday, January 25th, Burns Suppers range from stentoriously formal gatherings of esthetes and scholars to uproariously informal rave-ups of drunkards and louts. Most Burns Suppers fall in the middle of this range, and adhere, more or less, to some sort of time honoured form which includes the eating of a traditional Scottish meal, the drinking of Scotch whisky, and the recitation of works by, about, and in the spirit of the Bard.

from www.robertburns.org


A general itinerary for both events will be as follows:

Gathering of the guests

Welcome speech

Seating for dinner

Selkirk Grace

Entrance of the Haggis (with bagpipes)

Address to a Haggis - reading of poem by Robert Burns

Whisky toast to the Haggis

Supper

Loyal Toast

Immortal Memory - some history of Mr. Burns and his day

Words of Appreciation

Toast to the Lassies

Toast to the Laddies

Other Toasts

Readings of Burns' Works

Music of Robert Burns concluding in Auld Lang Syne

Céilidh