Pebbles on the Edge

Pebbles on the Edge
Lake McDonald, 2014
Showing posts with label Canan na h-Alba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canan na h-Alba. Show all posts

Monday, October 6, 2014

Gàidhlig Language Acquisition and Spaghetti al Dente: An Analogy

So...(I promised myself a long time ago that I would never begin anything with the word "so". So it was, but is no more...)

So, I'm learning Scottish Gaelic (Gàidhlig), and have been "learning" it for six years. Given that I've had fewer than twenty-five days of actual classtime over the course of those six years (with furious bouts of directionless study in bewtween), it's amazing I know anything at all. I live out in the wilderness--an fhàsach--without access to a regular class until very recently, when I finally signed up for a weekly Skype class from Caroline Root. It was an excellent decision, despite my reluctance to adopt new-for-me technology. Just having weekly sessions, a wee bit of homework each week, and listening to and speaking in the language despite my mumbling reticence, has been a marvelous way to open new pathways in that darkening grey matter I call a brain.

It has helped me to see the huge gaps in my understanding, as well as some of my strengths (few, those). It has also caused me hope that with enough diligent work I might achieve a modicum of fluency before I die. That, and asking for help when I need it, from the generous community of Gàidhlig teachers and learners out there. We are, in essence, in the same bàta.

However, learning a new language at the age of sixty is not the same as learning one at six. Of course it's not. It's rather like spaghetti as one ages. One tests whether the noodles are done by throwing a few of them at the wall and if they stick, it's ready to serve. Or maybe it's the other way around...At any rate, that's what language acquisition is--you throw a handful of words at a brain, and some of them stick. Many of them don't, but you keep at it. My brain is a pretty slippery little nugget.

But I realized long ago that learning this beautiful old language--the reasons for which are as complicated as the language's history itself--is worth pursing for no other reason than to do a tiny wee bit in helping save it from oblivion. I would like fluency one day, but I'm old and may never reach that pinnacle.

Like these drawings that are unfinished, learning is never a done deal. Nevertheless, I'll keep at it.


Alba a' feitheamh (Scotland Waiting)
 

(The Unicorn has since been completed)
 

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Fèis Seattle & Birthday Loot


A wee reminder of Scotland: Thistles at Siccar Point


I just returned from another fine offering from Slighe nan Gaidheal: The Fèis Seattle. Every other year this all-volunteer organization brings to the Pacific Northwest five days of learning and fun in the Gaidhlig language; a wee bit o' Scotland right here. It was my second Feis and truly an amazing experience. Those who participated will understand the word "cianalas." It was home for a few days, a place to sing and dance and tap one's feet; to learn and grow and be who we are without people giving us the stink-eye! Cairdean ùr, old friends too. Lots of craic as well: Buntàta and Ga desh air! Uisge beatha, a day of sunshine, a concert, some cèilidhs, lots of singing and purt-a-beal, learning to construct sentences about Bob kissing a pig in a car...and something about Donnie Munro in a phone-box. And an international Cranky star...We learn through laughter, and there was plenty to go around. Chì mi na mòrbheanna!


And since it's my birthday today, I thought I'd post pictures of some of the loot I got at the Festival, at Wandering Angus, and then in Tacoma whilst running around with my daughter. (The Rodriguez CDs arrived from Amazon when I was gone.)

CDs, stickers for my car, and a cheap sgian dubh made in China. (I'm saving for a real one)


My new little bodhran, which I WILL learn to play! I also bought all four levels of Muriel's Gaelic course, which can just be seen to the right in the stack by the journals.


...and some Viking-Ninja ducks for Jeremiah.