Walking along the nearly two miles of the sandy beach of Lunan Bay, the sun beats down on us, making the sand hot to walk on, while the occasional breeze from the water cools my skin.  I glance up at the ruin of the 12th century “Red Castle” which is perched overlooking the bay.  The Castle was built for King William (The Lion) of Scotland to defend against Viking invaders, all that stands now is a rectangular tower and the curtain wall.  The sun in contrast to the old eerie castle ruins, sends jumbled sensations to my brain.  This is Scotland, it’s not supposed to be hot and sunny, it’s supposed to be rainy, foggy and cast an eerie energy, and let’s be totally honest, no one ever puts Scotland and sunbathing on a beach in the same sentence, EVER! 

The wind whips through the trees.  The multi-coloured leaves float and swirl in the air landing on the ground creating a patch work path of gold and red.  I wrap myself tighter in my bulky sweater to keep the chilly air from finding its way through the intricate knitted pattern.  Taking a deep breath in, my body relaxes, and I feel like there is no time that I’ve felt more content then I do in this moment.  

 I know what many of you are thinking, one of two things, or possibly both. 1) OMG are you crazy 2) Well of course it is because you deal with dead people.  And the answer to both of those is NO I’m not crazy and the death card has nothing to do with death or dead people.  It does have to do with the death of a way of being. A metamorphosis!