You know them when you find them. Your people. They ignite something radiant in you. Something that never burns out, no matter how far away they go, or how often you’re together. It feels like you’ve found home. Or a remembering of who you truly are, underneath all of society’s junk. Or a boldness of spirit you didn’t think you possessed. Or a jolt out of your complacent coma and into an existence where you feel perfectly normal questioning everything you thought you’d had settled in your brain. It’s like an activation of sorts. A recognition. An acceptance that you don’t quite understand the alchemy you feel, and that you’re perhaps not meant to.
A long-lost family member, a mentor, a random encounter, a romantic partner, a friend. Whoever it is, they fiercely will love who you are and vice versa. It could be anyone, found in any place or at any time. Sometimes they show up for a season, sometimes for a lifetime. Often they appear when you happen to be shining your brightest, for then they can recognize your familiar light. Light attracts the same luminous light. They witness the light in you, and you, them. You’re cut from the same cosmic cloth.
Within the heaviness and polarity of life, human nature understandably craves exterior things to find wholeness. I suppose as a teenager and young adult I used various relationships to feel complete and safe. I clung to them for self-validation and fed on codependency to fill my inner well, not yet aware of my own worth–my own light. Maybe that timeframe prepared me for this poignant period in my life. Prepared me to since break those patterns so that I can now feel whole enough in myself to accept healthy, supportive relationships based on authentic chemistry without fear of uncertainty or of being alone. Soul connections add a beautiful depth to my own, self-filling love. And now I can joyfully give of that overspilling love, freely.
Does this resonate at all? If so, don’t let these people go flippantly. They’re sweet harmony in an often discordant culture. These relationships bring the sacred to the human experience, and they’re an antidote for restoring love, purpose, and compassion in our world. These soul connections are earthly support when you feel severed from others, or drained by the cruelty, lies, greed, fear and violence you may encounter. They hold space for you when you need courage. Selfless, patient space. Space that allows your heart to stay open and soft when you most want to harden.
Your people accept–no, they embrace–your weirdness, your true self, when plenty others in your life will reject it, even those close to you. I currently have an estranged relationship with a close family member. I could allow my mourning from that rejection to consume me, but I try to send grace to him instead. I try to keep my heart soft. And I can get to that place of acceptance in part because of the grace gifted to me by those who know me on a soul level. They help me to remember that another’s pain doesn’t define me.
In an age where pain runs rampant among us, this grace and space-holding for each other is sorely needed on a societal level. As an example, we need more soul-level acceptance between women. Women need to support each other, now more than ever. Competing with our own sisters only tears us all down. We don’t derive power from turning on each other. Your success doesn’t mean someone else has to fail. There’s a bounty of success and happiness, more than enough to go around, if we only look. Let’s gather it up, and together create a web of love around the planet.
