Scotland: Remembering the Land of the Soul
- Gayle Lynn
- Feb 24
- 3 min read
A Homecoming in Edinburgh Scotland
The journey to Scotland carried us through cars, trains, and planes, as if each form of travel were carrying us farther from what was familiar and closer to something ancient within me. We flew from Bristol into Edinburgh, and the moment we arrived, I felt an unexpected sense of homecoming. I had never been to Scotland in this lifetime, yet my body recognized it immediately. There was a deep exhale in me, a settling I had not felt anywhere else on the trip. For the first time in days, no strange pains surfaced. My body was quiet, relaxed, and at ease. We settled into a hotel across from the train station in the heart of Edinburgh, allowing the city’s energy to meet us gently. After resting and listening inward, we felt the next place calling: Edinburgh Castle.
The Chapel Within the Castle
That sense of recognition followed us as we entered the massive grounds of Edinburgh Castle. There was so much history held within its walls, and at first we walked through with curiosity. But inside the museums, especially the war museum, I began to feel disoriented. The energy felt fragmented and overwhelming, as though too many stories of conflict were layered together without rest. My body began to spin with it, and I knew I needed to return to the open air. We quickly stepped outside to find our grounding, and almost immediately, the chapel began to call. Everywhere we went, the chapelsseemed to draw us inward. This one was small and intimate, with benches on either side and room for only a few people at a time. While others listened to the recorded history on their phones, Erik and I sat in silence, closed our eyes, and listened to the building and the land beneath it. We felt energy entering through our crowns, moving through our bodies, and grounding into the Earth. We stayed until the space felt calmer and the work felt complete. When we stepped outside, the rain that had been falling had stopped, and sunlight was beginning to break through the clouds. From the castle wall, the view opened wide before us, and I felt the visit settle into completion. Whatever had called us there had been answered, and our attention began turning toward the next sacred place: Rosslyn Chapel.
The Call to Rosslyn Chapel
Rosslyn Chapel had first entered our awareness through our conversation with Ellemiek in Glastonbury. As she shared itshistory and connection to the Knights Templar, I kept feeling drawn to the image of the Knights Templar behind her, as if it were quietly speaking. Now, with our schedule unexpectedly opened and Scotland feeling like home, the signs were impossible to ignore. Rosslyn was calling us. We took a city bus from Edinburgh to Rosslyn, a journey of about an hour with many stops along the way. Once again, the slower route gave us time to see the towns, the people, and the landscape, allowing the land to reveal itself gradually. When we arrived, we took our time walking around the chapel, touching the trees and feeling into the history held there. The carvings inside and outside of the building were intricate and alive with meaning. As we moved along the outside of the chapel, an image suddenly flashed before me: a young woman with long blonde hair standing beside a small boy with short blonde hair. It lasted only a few moments. There was no message, only a deep knowing that the woman was me in another lifetime. The feeling made sense in a way I could not explain, because Scotland had already felt like a place my soul remembered. We sat in stillness inside the chapel until a group of schoolchildren arrived for a tour. The energy felt complete, and we began the journey back to Edinburgh, carrying the quiet recognition of Rosslyn with us.
A Spacious Day of Integration
We had one more day in Edinburgh before it was time to begin moving south again. Rather than filling it with plans, we let the day be spacious. We reflected on what Scotland had opened in us, enjoyed the local food, and allowed the experiences of the castle and Rosslyn Chapel to settle. When it was time to make our way back toward London, we chose to travel by train, with one stop between Edinburgh and London: Durham. It was a small town along the route, and something about it quietly drew us in. After the depth of Scotland, Durham felt like the next gentle pause on the journey—another place to listen, integrate, and follow where the path wanted to lead.
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