The Strands
It's all about the connecting.
Seriously, I know that seems trite and somewhat airy-fairy, but it is true. And you have met me, right?At first glance you may not recognize this quality in me, but deep within I really am airy-fairy, from the tips of my toes to the highest point of my blue spiky hair. I just hide it well beneath a healthy layer of skepticism, shrouded in doubt and snuggled under a blanket of angry. But I digress.....
Connections. Yes, those. The feeling of "getting" each other. The strands of understanding that wrap around discussions and weave amidst the undertones and unspoken messages. The smiles that say more than any words could. And the best part, the not having to explain the little stuff because there is simply no need to.
I love these connections. They are what keep me going, and the reason I live my life as I do. Connections are the basis to my spirituality, my universe and my belief system. I love knowing that at any given time I just need to open myself up and pay attention to what I am thinking, seeing, feeling and sensing to know that I am connecting to something much bigger than myself. This knowing fills me with a sense of peace and belonging.
Last night I spent the evening with an old friend, someone I have known for about 25 years or more. I still remember the day we first met and realized how important our friendship would be. We talked for hours, laughed, cried, got high, and really just got lost in the experience of being together and knowing we were not alone anymore. That first day we met was one of those days that you cherish for life, holding onto tightly and never wanting the feelings or memories to dissipate. It was the kind of day I like to look at now as a gift from the universe, a day when I was given exactly what I needed at that time to help me realize that the powers that be are paying attention, they are hearing my thoughts and listening to my needs.
25 years later we are still that comfortable, and that connected. We may go months and months without seeing each other. Hell, we spent over 10 years not seeing each other or hearing from each other, but when we got together again it was like we had never been apart. Sure there was a lot of catching up to do, but in the grand scheme of things she was still her and I was still me, and we still feel that connection. And that feeling? It is what makes me keep going.
Thank you universe.
Seriously, I know that seems trite and somewhat airy-fairy, but it is true. And you have met me, right?At first glance you may not recognize this quality in me, but deep within I really am airy-fairy, from the tips of my toes to the highest point of my blue spiky hair. I just hide it well beneath a healthy layer of skepticism, shrouded in doubt and snuggled under a blanket of angry. But I digress.....
Connections. Yes, those. The feeling of "getting" each other. The strands of understanding that wrap around discussions and weave amidst the undertones and unspoken messages. The smiles that say more than any words could. And the best part, the not having to explain the little stuff because there is simply no need to.
I love these connections. They are what keep me going, and the reason I live my life as I do. Connections are the basis to my spirituality, my universe and my belief system. I love knowing that at any given time I just need to open myself up and pay attention to what I am thinking, seeing, feeling and sensing to know that I am connecting to something much bigger than myself. This knowing fills me with a sense of peace and belonging.
Last night I spent the evening with an old friend, someone I have known for about 25 years or more. I still remember the day we first met and realized how important our friendship would be. We talked for hours, laughed, cried, got high, and really just got lost in the experience of being together and knowing we were not alone anymore. That first day we met was one of those days that you cherish for life, holding onto tightly and never wanting the feelings or memories to dissipate. It was the kind of day I like to look at now as a gift from the universe, a day when I was given exactly what I needed at that time to help me realize that the powers that be are paying attention, they are hearing my thoughts and listening to my needs.
25 years later we are still that comfortable, and that connected. We may go months and months without seeing each other. Hell, we spent over 10 years not seeing each other or hearing from each other, but when we got together again it was like we had never been apart. Sure there was a lot of catching up to do, but in the grand scheme of things she was still her and I was still me, and we still feel that connection. And that feeling? It is what makes me keep going.
Thank you universe.
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