We have a subscription to the British Heritage magazine and in one of the recent copies there is this interesting quote:
“My heart’s in the Highlands,
My heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.”
This poem says to me that there is a deep part of myself that is somewhere outside myself wherever I go. It might be a place, it might be a person or it might be God.