Summer Vision – Brigadoon 2019

A Summer’s Evening in 2019 and a Glimpse of Brigadoon

By Dikki-Jo Mullen

“Brigadoon – a place that is idyllic, unaffected by time, or remote from reality.”

  Walking in the waning sunlight on a burnished August evening, I lapsed into a reverie. The green hues of trees and grass were fading to a deep gold. I wondered if the first hint of autumn was here or if it was wishful thinking on my part. In this soft and graceful light the path through the park took on a different glow as I walked along. Tucked into its curves and folds are shadowed places. It is strolling here where I experienced a font of inspiration. Perhaps it was because of the surreal heat index of 105 degrees. Or was it a genuine glimpse into some other dimension? Everything changed. It became another place and another time in my perception. At home again later that night I did my best to capture the strange vision by drawing it in pastels. (see the post above)

Here it is, along with a description of the contemplative interlude which brought the vision.

The Highlands of Scotland, which is yet one of the most sparsely populated areas in Europe, is a place that is rich in history and magic. It is there that a village lies which neither appears on any maps or is even accessible except to the villagers who live there. In the 17th Century, according to legend, it was known that many witches and spirits loitered in the area. The minister in this elusive place decided to resolve the situation by asking for a miracle. The miracle was granted, but at a price. The request for a blessing was answered by a decree. It was that the village of Brigadoon would appear for only one day in each century. For those who are very lucky, who believe that all things are possible, who believe hard enough, one day Brigadoon might be seen at dawn, rising out of the morning mist. It will disappear again at sunset for another hundred years. There might or might not be an entire village of Brigadoon. Yet for all who would follow the way of the seeker, the mystic, what can be found may always be cherished and remembered. It is a reminder that it is possible to discover beauty, a lovely and magical place promised with the dawning of each day. As it disappears into the night a reminder of other realities and possibilities lingers.