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we had an exhausting summer & I'm STILL, months & tireless work later, buried deep in my overdraft but it was SO worth it & I think I've barely even had the chance to sit back & reflect on what we got up to. Been stuck in Glasgow for ages now & will need to jump on a cheap plane somewhere again soon or I'll go mad but looking at these pictures has really cheered me up!
HONOURABLE MENTION to Halifax, NS, where we stayed before flying home after PEI, & which is a COOL AS HECK wee city which I would love to see more of. Also WE GOT TO SEE GREENLAND FROM OUR PLANE which was beautiful
finally we had a gr8 family time on Prince Edward Island!! The red soil & sand is vaguely Martian but the beaches & fields are so pretty. My grandparents were so nice, it was weird (but good I suppose) meeting my biological dad again (who was on holiday there from Alberta), & we got to stay with some brilliant animals in a big log cabin. PEI's pure special to me & I loved spending so much time with my brother & on my long lost Island home
in July E & Cameron won a scholarship to study in Barcelona - with almost everything paid for - & I tagged along for a few days. On one day they were away for hours & I amused myself by wandering around El Barri Gotic & on another we met up with RUTH & did a day trip - by train, cable car, & funicular - to stunning Montserrat monastery. What a great trip!
NEEEEEW YORK was every bit as good as I expected. And better. There's SO MUCH. We were there almost a week, staying in my pal's wee apartment in East Harlem, & didn't even get to see the Statue of Liberty we were so busy doing other things!! The museums, food, parks, people, WOW. Loses marks slightly for the rats & regular feeling of unsafeness in comparison with somewhere like Toronto but it's a pure BELTER of a place special mention to Philadelphia, the two pics at the bottom. We took a Megabus day trip here & were surprised by how brilliant & beautiful it is!
in Québec we spent three days exploring all the brilliant stuff going on in Montréal & then took the train to Québec City, which is possibly one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to. It's so old & perfectly preserved, & Montréal is like BURSTING at the seams with culture. What a province!!
in ONTARIO we had a gr8 time doing cheesy tourist stuff in Niagara & loved Toronto so much we wanted to move there
we worked tirelessly for a year & bankrupted ourselves to use the last free summer of our lives to travel, via Iceland, across Eastern Canada to see my grandparents. After everything was booked, my mum announced that she'd had a pension lump sum & was going to fund us to go visit my grandparents on PEI with her in August. Unable to get our money back from the trip, we adjust our trajectory to start in Iceland & end in NYC - where I had a good pal we could stay with Iceland was MAJESTIC. Absolutely stunning, with lovely people & excellent food, I am dying to go back. We saw some natural phenomena I never thought I would be lucky enough to experience (there's some proper Game of Thrones scenery) & hung out in the hippest wee city ever (Reykjavik). Highly recommended!!
in January we went to Paris (right as the post-Hebdo standoff was going on, hence the signs). We stayed in a hotel in a hospital building with a room looking right over onto Notre Dame, booked as a wee Christmas & 1st anniversary present for us from E's mum. E was very, very ill (one evening I had to run out & grab a McDonalds to bring back to her because she couldn't make it out the room) but we accomplished an impressive amount given the circumstances!! Some of the anti-terror patrols were based in our building, so there were lots of men with big guns milling about. I think more than anything it made E want to go back because illness kept her bed bound for so much of the trip, but I have happy, interesting memories from our weekend!!
it's a wee bit obnoxious but I'm going to make a bunch of photo sets from the trips I've taken this year because I want to think about nicer places than Glasgow in November. It's more for me than anybody else, I'm not a v. good photographer but they're all brilliant memories!!!
any time I've used this recently has been angsty & sad & i've ignored lots of lovely messages from good friends. Pure busy at the moment (3rd year medical school is HELL), I'll get back to you all in time, I' sorry xxx
the Cambuslang Wark
the Cambuslang Wark (Scots for ‘work’) was a bizarre - and peculiarly well documented - period of seven or eight months (February - November 1742) of extreme religious activity and mass hysteria that took place in Cambuslang, just outside of Glasgow, Scotland
events revolved around William McCulloch, the Minister for Cambuslang. The Minister was greatly interested in the Great Awakening which was sweeping Europe and the colonies of New England. Because of his son’s work as a colonial trader, and because of the mercantile relationship between the West of Scotland and the colonies, he had intimate contact with the energetic religious revitalisation taking place across the Atlantic
the Minister had already taken to preaching outside in the nearby gorge, because of the kirk’s (church) poor state of repair and he began to work letters received from the colonies into his sermons. He was also greatly interested in the Calvinist theology of conversion - the irresistible inner calling of the Holy Spirit that affected some followers. His sermons were unremarkable until Monday 15th February, when all of the congregation’s Fellowships arrived and spent several days praying, discussing, in wonder of the events being reported from the Great Awakening
the usual outdoor Thursday sermon went ahead that same week, except it was reported that the congregation were paying closer attention than usual to the Minister’s words. Normally, during Scottish worship, the crowd was solemn & unresponsive. On that day there was a public, passionate outcry in response to the Minister’s questions. After worship around 50 people came back to the Minister, expressing their conviction of sin & their fear of Infernal punishment in the afterlife
thus began a huge influx of people to Cambuslang- so much so that McCulloch took to preaching every day. Many who flocked to worship were haunted by their sins and the sense that they would be punished for them. It was reported that they were "bewailing their lost and undone condition by nature; calling themselves enemies to God, and despisers of precious Christ; declaring that they were unworthy to live on the face of the earth; that they saw the mouth of hell open to receive them, and that they heard the shrieks of the damned“ with the pervading cry at worship being ”what shall we do to be saved?“ As the spiritual frenzy took hold of them they beat their breasts, trembled, were seized by contortions, suffered nosebleeds, and fainted. One woman reported that the experience was more painful than childbirth
those who found themselves so vigorously affected often returned the next day, bandaged and bruised, and sat at the entrance of the tent, or in the front row of the sermon, and wept, and stayed on to pray through the night
this stage in Calvinist conversion was known as “Conviction” - the conviction of the sinner. It was followed, not for all, but for some, by “Conversion”, a sense of elation, a dismissal of will to the Holy Spirit. They were “raised all at once from the lowest depth of sorrow and distress, to the highest pitch of joy and happiness, crying out with triumph and exultation…that they had overcome the wicked one; that they had gotten hold of Christ!” and the Converted reportedly asked the congregation to sing & rejoice in their salvation & euphoria
people from across Scotland, Ireland, and England journeyed to Cambuslang to witness this dynamic spiritual sensation & ministers from across the country came to help McCulloch preach to the masses
August saw the peak of the Wark, when George Whitefield, a founder of Methodism and evangelism and perhaps the best known preacher of the 18th century, fresh from his travels across Britain and the colonies, delivered a sermon to 30,000 people in the site now known as the ‘Preaching Braes’ (pictured above on the left is an artist’s interpretation of the day; on the right a monument in what is now Cambuslang Park honouring the Wark)
William McCulloch was an unlikely figure to be at the centre of such an extraordinary, radical phenomenon. He was a learned man - competent in Latin, Greek, Hebrew, mathematics, and astronomy - but was a notoriously poor public speaker. His slow delivery earned him the title of the “yil (ale) minister”, because when he took his place to preach the men rushed to the taverns, “neglecting spiritual food in the search of bodily refreshment”. Furthermore, he himself had never experienced the elation of Conversion he urged his followers to seek, describing himself as “nothing but a hollow hypocrite” and a “perfect stranger to it himself”. He was sincere, studious, depressive, and haunted by “atheistic thoughts and blasphemous suggestions”. He suffered piercing headaches from his grief and complained of being crushed by the weight of his pride and “self-carnality”. In retrospect, he was probably going through some sort of mental breakdown, and it is unclear whether he himself ever experienced the euphoria he sought in Conversion
to this day, the reasons for the Cambuslang Wark are debated and unclear. As a supposed supernatural phenomenon some have claimed that it was a call from the devil (the Associate Presbytery deemed it to be an ungodly church, and claimed that God would never act in such spectacular ways, that the congregation were suffering the “delusions of satan”); others that it was a Divine call (the Church of Scotland rejoiced, proclaiming it to be the “glorious work of God”). A secular theory attributes it to national interest in the New England colonies, a growing awareness of Calvinist theology (which weavers read as they worked at their looms), and the distress of tailors and shoemakers following the previous year’s bad harvests
regardless of the cause, the Cambuslang Wark remains an extraordinary, radical religious event which will most likely remain a vague and enigmatic, but extremely well preserved, point in the town’s history. The constituent pieces of this eight month historical tapestry are all in bizarre, unexpected shapes and weave a strangely uncomfortable and wonderfully, Infernally enchanting pattern
sorry to everybody who reached out to me on this recently who I ignored. I promise I'll speak to you all when exams are over
exams & responsibility & pressure are getting to me much more than they used to before & there's just no room for it
feelin' low 👌
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