kindred,
n., adj.,
a group of related persons, as a clan or tribe; a
person's relatives; kinfolk; of the same ancestry or family: kindred clans; having
a similar or related origin, nature, or character: kindred emotions
spirit,
n.,
the
vital principle or animating force within living beings; incorporeal
consciousness
On a
Monday morning, after welcoming the day with sun-rise yoga and a quiet moment
of reflection; whoosh bang! Mind blown by alternate theories of reality and how
we live in this world.
Our
discourse is created by us. No. We are a product of our discourse. No. Yes. Maybe it is omnipresent? No. Maybe it is unexplainable? No. So, discourse
first? Well…maybe.
Ok, so us and then discourse and then society and then
regime and then what? Ha, I tricked you. There is no right answer.
Hey
Monday lecturer who flies in from Sydney especially to confuse the mcshizzle
out of my little mind, touché.
And in
the midst of all this confusion; trying to decide if our language is what
shapes us, or if language is irrelevant and the unspoken language of survival
is what drives us, or if the atoms that connect everything and anything are the
keys to understanding our relation to one another, another thought entered my
mind.
How lucky
are we, that in this confusion and chaos we call life, we have the ability to
experience connections beyond the realms of understanding.
How incredible is
it, that from near and far, we find kindred spirits.
An old
friend who knows you inside out. A new friend, found in the oddest of
circumstances. People who speak not only to your ears but also to your heart.
Animals who know when you are sick and curl up close to keep you warm.
They
could be related to you, or someone you’ve never even met. They could be of a
completely different species, a species that may not even be in existence 20
years from now. And still, a connection far deeper than mere flesh, or words,
or thoughts is found, and it sticks like a melted icey-pole to the hot cement.
Sticks like a song you can’t stop humming in the shower.
Sticks like the pieces
of soul that wedge themselves into your world and whisper, quietly but surely:
I know you. I see you. Our spirits run free.
Blessed
is a word I use often but I can’t help it. A kindred spirit, no matter who or
what or where, is a blessing above understanding. And for those of you who know I know
you know we know? Gosh darn it, you’re blessings.
Cherished,
loved, kindred spirits.
PEACE X
