Today is my last day in Cape Breton. The view outside of my window at Highland Heights Inn is reflective of my mood; there is overcast with a hint of the morning sun beaming out from off in the distance. I’ll miss my sisters and brothers and my parents, including my grandparents. They bring so much happiness into my life that my heart is full. It can never be considered a bad day when I get to return to my new home and be with my husband, and my daughter, but that sinking feeling that comes when you know you are going to miss your family dearly has arrived and is in full force. As the sun comes up and brightens my day, I am reminded of all that learned by acting as a tourist in Cape Breton.
During my one-week visit, I’ve been able to fully experience the Celtic Colours for the first time. I learned about my Gaelic heritage as if I was a university student again, full of bewilderment and wonder. When I return to North Carolina, I will compile all of the videos and photos into an article and post them for you to experience true Cape Breton as well. From fiddles, bagpipes, guitars, pianos, harps, and Gaelic songs, the heart of Cape Breton music is strong.
Incorporating my new knowledge of Gaelic will be my next task. This morning, I actually have a few Gaelic words that I can exchange with my sister and we may even practice a chorus from a Gaelic song before I leave. I’ll continue to learn about my Celtic heritage and hopefully Athena will learn from me, and my family, as she grows. Our culture will never be lost if it is shared and Celtic Colours is spreading the word.