Have you ever met someone and felt an immediate bond with them? There is a sense of familiarity and an instant rapport? You want to grab them and say, “You, you...it's you!” Though you're not really sure who you is.
I've met a number of people like this throughout my life. I've noticed, however, that I tend to meet them more often when I'm living in alignment with my heart. These past two years, since I've woken up from my soul slumber and started embracing the things that are meaningful to me, completely changed my life trajectory really, these kindred spirits have been coming into my life in spades.
I love it.
First there is Celeste. I work with Celeste. I first met her during a job interview (please remember that I'm the Director of Finance – insert image of me wearing my Staid and Important hat) when I blurted out: “You must have a lot of Virgo in your chart!” To which she replied enthusiastically in the affirmative. Fast friends, we became.
On the outside our lives are very different. On the inside, not so much. We carry similar wounds in similar places in our hearts and are on a journey of healing that has led us to knock up against those wounds around about the same time. There is something to be said for having a companion on such a journey. She is the most well-grounded and confident person I know. More than anyone else, she has helped me navigate the turmoil of this past year, by my side almost every day, lending her clarity and compassion.
Honestly, I don't know how I would have made it through everything without her.
Eden. Eden wrote me out of the blue one day after reading one of my posts and offered me a place to stay while I was in Sydney for the conference. Didn't know me from Adam. She said she felt like we were meant to connect and she really wanted to help me. Actually, she offered me several places to stay, generous soul that she is. I went to her blog and read one of her posts and knew immediately that I loved this woman, that we were kindred souls.
God, what an amazing person. And so real. Look up real in the dictionary and there is Eden's picture.
There is no pretense with Eden. No filters. No barriers. This is a woman who will walk into a room full of suits at Google headquarters and ask, “Who do I have to blow to get a mention on Blogs of Note?” And then a month later she will be mentioned on Blogs of Notes without even a hand job. She's that good.
And then there is Lori. I met Lori when our lives were so ordinary. And then I fell and she said, “I want to quell your pain, but you are so far away.” But what she didn't know was that I felt her right there. And then she fell, fell hard, and I felt the distance between us like a chasm and I felt a sharp grief that I hadn't even felt for myself. I saw her cry out and heave against the unfairness of her lot and breathe fire into her pain over and over and over until, like an alchemist, she held up a bar of pure gold.
And the whole world watched.
Eden, Lori and I. We know a secret. We know that when your worst fears come true and you lose everything, there is a moment after the long breathless fall, when you hit the ground with a thud, that you look around and realize you are still here. You get up, dust yourself off and here's the kicker. You realize you are not only still alive, but you have lost your fear of falling. And so you go out and do all the things you were afraid to do before.
You give the finger to the Westies and move to Paradise and draw hearts in the sand.
You walk into the cancer ward of a hospital, take their craptastic paintings off the wall and replace them with vibrant, beautiful works of art that make people smile. None of the staff question what you are doing because your light shines so damn bright you must have some kind of authority.
There are so many.
What of all the beautiful women who lifted me up off the floor where I was crouched in fear, who sought to bring me home to stay for a spell, so I could breathe a sigh of relief? And one especially who reached up and shifted the moon and the sun to make sure it would happen?
Where do they come from, these friends who appear when we need them? Who we've known for a week and also a hundred years?
And you. What about you? Who have you found?