Have you ever felt a great tugging at your heart's strings? The kind of tugging, the kind of attraction, the pull of a thing or a place that just seems to overwhelm you? And please, you jokesters and lovebirds, none of the old, "Yeah, a certain woman.. " or the woman says, "oh yeah, a certain guy.." I am not talking about that kind of attraction, that kind of pull.. that sort of a tug at the heart.. I'm talking about the overwhelming sense of knowing that some part of you belongs to a certain place.. or some part of history, historical event.. and, again, I am not talking about believing that you lived some past life or anything remotely like that.
Let me tell you what I mean.
The subject of Scotland comes up.. I see something about a book on Scotland.. maybe a magazine article or newspaper article.. Or something about the Isle of Skye.. my heart does flip-flops! The Isle of Skye is an isle at the North-Western coast of Scotland.. A place of wild beauty, where the skye meets the rocky shores of a place so seemingly-desolate.. and above, craggy cliffs and mountains.. blues, grays, mottled skies of dark, wild clouds.. rolling thunder across swelling, growling waves.. torrential rains.. bursts of sunlight like fire in the darkened harness shop.. to feel the heart swell to near-bursting because the land is a palette of strange colours
and a heavy breathing like the winds across the waves.. Have I seen it?
I have not.
But I know it as a land that takes my breath away to merely think of its vast and wild temptuous beauty..
the home of my dreams..
