How many times in your life have you met (as Anne Shirley
would say) a kindred spirit? I don't know if I believe in past lives or not,
but the times when I have met those people for me, I have had the thought that
I must have known them before or something, because how could they see who I
was so well? How could they get to the core of my soul the way they do?
There's a part of my brain (the old, crotchety, cobwebby
part) that thinks that the phase in my life where I get to find soul mates is
over, not because I am older but because I am all stocked up. I have gathered
up my most cherished people already and I will hold them close, but really,
that's all I get. I still feel like I will find new people to love- I do that
pretty regularly because awesomeness seems to find me- but kindred? A soul twin
(kind of like a hand twin only less lucrative)? I don't know.
Except, actually, I do know. I was having this conversation
the other day and I felt like I was getting hit with a pie in the face (ok, so
I know that actually getting hit in the face with a pie does not sound like a
good thing, and it probably isn't when it's physically really happening to you,
but pie-face as an abstract idea...come on, delightful, right? Your whole face!
In a PIE. That's a really lovely thing). And it was a kindred spirit pie. It's
such a strange feeling due to the fact that one doesn't have it anew very
often. For me, less than 10 times in my life, which granted, is kind of a lot.
I know some people don't get it at all. But still, less than 10 times out of
the thousands of people one meets: it's quite a rare thing. And kind
of a small thing. After all, it's just a feeling. A feeling that I would
express thusly: this person...gets me. WEIRD. That's pretty much it.
So, I guess I'm not done with finding kindred spirits after
all. It may sound dumb, but it feels really lovely to be shown that.
That's not the only reason I have been thinking about this. I've also been thinking about my lovely Neighbor J and the few years
we spent living next door to each other. When I first moved in she had me over
for tea, and we had the first of many chats that would go on long enough to
make us both hoarse. We both invested in dorky looking headset phones because
of our friendship: we would literally spend 2-4 hours a day on the phone with
each other talking, talking, talking. We never ran out of things to say to each
other, ever. We talked while we cooked, we talked while we did laundry, we
talked while we watched the same movie on our tvs, like Harry and Sally. We ate
lunches and dinners together in our shared backyard, and when I got home from
grad school class I would walk in my door and she would yell "Hi
Neighbor!" through the wall to me. Aside from Biogirl Neighbor J takes the
prize for joined-at-the-hipness with me. It was a really golden, really happy
time in my life, and lots of that was because of Neighbor J.
Kindred spirit.
On Sunday, Neighbor J and her hubs Neighbor B welcomed a
brand new little neighbor into the world: their daughter, Neighbor E. Yahoo!
Kindred spirits come in all sizes.
So, that's what I am thinking about this week. Kindred spirits, old, brand new, and just born. What about yours?
2 comments:
Great thoughts here, LG. At risk of sounding like I was paid, I think the kind of person you obviously are increases the likelihood that your KS count will be abnormally high. I don't mean you're uncomplicated, but I think you remain open to and expressive of a lot of universal human wishes for happiness, community, and what we might for lack of a better term call loopiness. I totally didn't see the baby thing coming at the end, but Yay for that. We got a new girlbaby nextdoor too, just Thursday. Happy happy happy.
i met my girl CC the same way you met Biogirl. our first friend-date outside of work was seeing the movie Serendipity together when everyone else bailed. who knew a person that cool was masquerading as the no-nonsense girl i only really saw at the printer?
here's to kindred spirits.
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