Deep inside lies a sound and a voice that only we hear. It speaks to us in the quiet of times and shouts when we are being threaten, in danger or about to make a foolish mistake. The voice that only we recognize, understand and has a vocabulary that when we try to express the meaning of it’s words to others our effort seems to fall flat in the hearing of those who try to listen.
They mean well; those who try to hear. But to many the language of our heart and soul is not theirs. To their ears it’s blah, blah, blah….or snippets of truth that may resonate but rarely come into the full depth of understanding.
So we go through life knowing that most methods of communication are flawed and we adjust and make do.
Warmth, encouragement and validation happen when moments of connection occur.
Then, if our lives are blessed, someone quite by accident (even though I don’t believe in accidents) walks into our lives and without any manual into who we are, speaks our language and moves effortlessly to the rhythm of our heart and soul.
It’s not that they just ‘Get us’. There lies within them an intuition that is naturally dialed into our frequency. Even without full disclosure of what is beneath our words they know the motivation that has formed them. Because within their heart and soul lies the same song. They recognize the same rhythm of life that is directing them along their travels.
To our amazement even their scent, voice and reflection of light in their eyes is familiar.
They are family. Cut from the same cloth…Joined once again from a distant tribe.
Once lost….Now found.
Once haunted by separation….Now together.
Both now understanding the meaning of the word…’Home’.
Weekend Hunger is about finding an image or two, along with a short writing ( 50+ words) that illustrates and describes your hunger. I’d love to hear what makes you hungry. Submit your own image/images or image/images from Tumblr (with credits) by Friday 5pm PST. Show me what makes you hungry on a lazy weekend! (Click image for credits. )