“We do not make friends. We recognize then.”
I Got It Wrong
I was too young, too naïve and too needy when I married. I almost immediately knew I had got it wrong, but was too chicken for too many years to end it. I’m not whining. Life is what you make it — and my reward were five children, the loves of my life.
But when, at 40, I found myself a free woman, I longed with all my heart and body to find my soul mate. I was sure he was out there somewhere.
Well, if he was, we never met.
Instead, at some point along my pot-hole filled life, I discovered that a soul mate wasn’t always, or only, a companion and lover. A soul mate could simply be a “friend.”
I had soul mates before I recognized them, like the much older woman who was the first to know I wanted to be a writer and who encouraged me.
I thought about her this morning. Her name was Lorraine Bright, and while she is now somewhere out there in that great beyond, the influence this woman had on my life still lives within my soul. We were friends for many years, always picking up right where we had left off even if we hadn’t seen each other for half a dozen years.
I have a few other friends like that –younger and older, male and female, religious and atheists – among my many acquaintances. They include a male wordsmith colleague who shares my idea of what being a journalist means; and a woman young enough to be my daughter with whom I’ve shared many an escapade and adventure. We’ve joked that we will always be friends because we each know where the skeletons of the other are buried.
There are others, each recognized because some part of them connected with some part of me. Perhaps it was that we shared a love of reading, or an understanding of writer demons, or a thirst for knowledge, or that we both had a true zest for life that didn’t involve material things.
I’ve connected on just such levels recently with a few fellow bloggers.
Like the people whose faces I can physically touch, these soul mates are ageless and sexless, as age and gender play no role in who is a soul mate and who is not.
Each of them is a reason for me to daily count my blessings – and I do.
Bean’s Pat: Blackbird or Meadowlark? http://tinyurl.com/kt2fxnf This one’s for the birders among my readers. Or for anyone who just likes to look at awesome birds.