Can it be true that all of the men I am magnetically drawn to, are dead?
I am in love. First it was a Saint and now a former priest! I sure know how to pick em! I sigh over their words, prayers, and poems. They awaken my sleeping butterflies- - in recognition and resonance. How can I ever find the right words to explain ethereal recall, and those serendipitous moments handed down from a beloved Creator who always knows exactly what I need, when I need it.
Meeting James, or as he was known earlier in life, Father Kavanaugh, it was like meeting my identical twin, for the first time. Imagine being separated at birth, years ago .... and discovering, right from the beginning, you need do nothing but sit in silence, heart to heart, and watch the sparks fly. Either that, or I spiritually reconnected with a past life soulmate, and just joyfully greeted him in the eternal part of my heart
Yesterday, I was introduced to James Kavanaugh and my spirit did a few somersaults. We met at the unlikeliest place. Online. No Match.com torture this time around. Rather a fix-up, on Facebook. A dear friend introduced us with a simple quote on my Facebook timeline. It read, "Some one's been writin' about you, girlfriend." Then she directed me to the link, so I could meet him face to face. My pulse quickened and a chill ran up my spine at the first several lines of his intro. Who could possibly know these things about ME? It was like someone had been living in my heart and head, secretly gathering information to write my biography. Only, it wasn't my profile, it was his. Here is what I read:
Some people do not have to search-
I am in love. First it was a Saint and now a former priest! I sure know how to pick em! I sigh over their words, prayers, and poems. They awaken my sleeping butterflies- - in recognition and resonance. How can I ever find the right words to explain ethereal recall, and those serendipitous moments handed down from a beloved Creator who always knows exactly what I need, when I need it.
Meeting James, or as he was known earlier in life, Father Kavanaugh, it was like meeting my identical twin, for the first time. Imagine being separated at birth, years ago .... and discovering, right from the beginning, you need do nothing but sit in silence, heart to heart, and watch the sparks fly. Either that, or I spiritually reconnected with a past life soulmate, and just joyfully greeted him in the eternal part of my heart
Yesterday, I was introduced to James Kavanaugh and my spirit did a few somersaults. We met at the unlikeliest place. Online. No Match.com torture this time around. Rather a fix-up, on Facebook. A dear friend introduced us with a simple quote on my Facebook timeline. It read, "Some one's been writin' about you, girlfriend." Then she directed me to the link, so I could meet him face to face. My pulse quickened and a chill ran up my spine at the first several lines of his intro. Who could possibly know these things about ME? It was like someone had been living in my heart and head, secretly gathering information to write my biography. Only, it wasn't my profile, it was his. Here is what I read:
Some people do not have to search-
they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times, I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them-
seldom do they understand me.
I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach,
we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself,
for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede
our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls;
that will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers,
for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful.
It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
~ James Kavanaugh (click here to read about him here)
I spent the remainder of the evening cruising websites about Mr. Kavanaugh, exploring every word detailing his life. Through these words, I identified with his incessant need for change and the pursuit of truth, knowledge, love and beauty. I stared dreamily into the depth of his words, drinking it all in, parched for a connection with a like minded other. I ran into the arms of his poetry and let the words envelope me in the knowledge; I am not alone. There are indeed other seekers out there.... like-minded others, just searching for like-minded me. There are millions of us, and the Universe does bring us together, when it's time.
In the meantime, I take my comfort in knowing, I am not flawed; no thwarted development, identity crisis, or malcontentment here! Ambition for life is a Holy career. There are others, like me, awakening to immeasurable beauty, excited to continue on this treasure hunt... seeking never-ending purpose, and meaning. I am blessed with an earthly friend who not only knows me so well, she loves me for those qualities too! I am doubly blessed to have been born with the soul of a seeker.
Hey, if it's true there are millions of us out there, I am bound to eventually meet a living, breathing, seeker, eager to share in my laughter, sadness, the good, and beautiful. And, worse case scenario, if I am destined to simply fall in love with the deceased, then that's okay too. They still have many things to show me and lessons to teach me.
I spent the remainder of the evening cruising websites about Mr. Kavanaugh, exploring every word detailing his life. Through these words, I identified with his incessant need for change and the pursuit of truth, knowledge, love and beauty. I stared dreamily into the depth of his words, drinking it all in, parched for a connection with a like minded other. I ran into the arms of his poetry and let the words envelope me in the knowledge; I am not alone. There are indeed other seekers out there.... like-minded others, just searching for like-minded me. There are millions of us, and the Universe does bring us together, when it's time.
In the meantime, I take my comfort in knowing, I am not flawed; no thwarted development, identity crisis, or malcontentment here! Ambition for life is a Holy career. There are others, like me, awakening to immeasurable beauty, excited to continue on this treasure hunt... seeking never-ending purpose, and meaning. I am blessed with an earthly friend who not only knows me so well, she loves me for those qualities too! I am doubly blessed to have been born with the soul of a seeker.
Hey, if it's true there are millions of us out there, I am bound to eventually meet a living, breathing, seeker, eager to share in my laughter, sadness, the good, and beautiful. And, worse case scenario, if I am destined to simply fall in love with the deceased, then that's okay too. They still have many things to show me and lessons to teach me.
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