Yesterday a friend asked me what Scotland looks and feels like through my eyes and heart as a French person settled here. That felt like such a profound question, that no one had asked me before. I loved taking some time to reflect on that. When I first arrived in Scotland 17 years ago, the gentle sense of peace and belonging I felt were totally new to me. It was the gentlest, deepest knowing and alignment with what my soul longed for—being here felt immediately natural. I have lived in Argyll ever since, and love that it means “Coast of the Gaels.” Could this be why I feel so at home here? My connection to Scotland is rooted in its natural beauty and the comfort that it gives me. The wild gentleness of the glens holds me in its loving palm and nourishes my soul with the perfect balance of amazing wonder and healing rest. The  Scottish weather, which is the bane of many’s existence, is perfectly suited to me. It rarely gets ridiculously cold, it rarely gets unbearably hot, we tend ...