Have you ever been out at night under ropes of tiny lights, with guitars, fiddles, and mandolins singing because life is so grand? Where faces are flushed with the light of lamps and a campfire and the joy of being alive and winging such music to the skies above?

I have. And it’s an experience like none other, one that words shame because they cannot capture those glorious moments.

I’ve danced under the stars to distant strains of the bagpipe. I’ve sat beside a fire and listen to the soft, sweet wail of the ulliean pipes. I’ve made torches with cousins and marched about in a field on an autumn night, reveling in the simple fact that we could do such a thing and knowing our Celtic ancestors did the same. I’ve cradled dear friends and family in my arms while quiet music played, to cuddle or comfort them, or to just let them sleep on me and be at peace.

These are the moments where my soul was wrapped in the goodness and blessedness of life. These are the moments I will always cherish. They are my shining, glorious bits of summer that make up the mosaic of my life.

(Source: dailydoseofstuf, via myfotolog)